The words of the Fire Born Empress

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In the realm of ethereal mystique, where the veils between worlds thin and the cosmic forces intertwine, a fateful night unfolded within the hallowed halls of Hastinapura's Kuru dynasty. There, amidst the gilded tapestries and opulent grandeur, Draupadi, a beacon of grace and virtue, faced a darkened plight—a violation that stained the fabric of her existence.

As the moon, veiled in sorrow, wept celestial tears, Draupadi, her countenance both ethereal and tempestuous, stood defiant amidst a court of silence. Her eyes, ablaze like twin suns, radiated a fury that could ignite the very heavens. And so, with the resonance of thunderous clarity, she summoned the cosmic realms, weaving a curse that would echo through the corridors of time, a symphony of chilling despair and fantastical retribution.

"By the swirling galaxies and the celestial symphony that orchestrates the cosmic dance, I unfurl a curse, a tapestry woven with threads of horror and anguish, to encompass the Kuru lineage in its bewildering embrace. Let the realms of fantasy and reality entwine, merging into a phantasmagoric nightmare that shall consume their souls, forever etching goosebumps upon their very essence."

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