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EXISTENCE.

EXISTENCE.

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Science Fiction
When a bloody intergalactic invasion seeks to disintegrate all living things on Earth, 18 year old Ophelia Livingston is forced to adapt to the circumstances. In the midst of the chaos, she comes across an extraterrestrial being named Empera, and they instantly hit it off in a confusing friendship. What will Empera do when the life of her people and the life of the humans are at stake? It's the ultimate decision that will affect existence forever.
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