Hacia el principio y el final

Hacia el principio y el final

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Un sistema binario de planetas, uno tiene civilización muy parecida a la de los humanos, y el otro planeta está habitado por seres mitológicos y mágicos. Hace miles de años estos 2 planetas poseían magia, pero debido a una terrible catástrofe la magia fue erradicada de uno de esos planetas. Hoy día todo nexo de un planeta con el otro fue perdido, salvo por las montañas más altas de cada uno, las cuales se alinean siempre en el día que es la mitad del año. A-nio (el planeta sin magia) es una civilización que sabe aprovechar todos los recursos de su planeta y lo conoce al 100% pero no tiene aún la tecnología para salir de su planeta. Mientras que O-bereshit (el planeta con magia) tiene fobia hacia los habitantes de A-nio por lo que le han hecho a su planeta. Un forjador de estrellas (Una de las criaturas de O-bereshit) quiere probarle a todos los habitantes de su planeta que no todos los habitantes de A-nio son malos. ¿Le creerán o los dejaran en ridiculo?
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