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Լինում է չի լինում, The Story of Azad Prime
As she stepped from the hatch onto the soft grass swaying in a gentle breeze, Arevik looked around in wonder. She could see one of the two moons just beginning to dip below the horizon. Looking up, she could see a red planet on one side and a colorful nebula on the other, both growing dimmer as the twin suns began to rise. She descended from the ridge where she landed into the sea of wildflowers flowing down towards a distant stone structure. What was this place she’d been led to?
Listen my people to the story of our coming to Azad Prime, the place of freedom. Լինում է չի լինում, linum e chilinum, there was and there was not…