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Star City is dark, save for a handful of lit windows twinkling like stars. The sky is black and covered in clouds. Silence covers the streets like a thick blanket; night has come to the city.
Out of a basement that should not exist in a building that should not be used, a shadow rises from the shadows.
It is dark and the silhouette can hardly be seen, but it's shape is distinct. From a cylindrical base, feathery fronds rise up, like the leaves of some impossible plant. Though it lacks any way of moving, somehow the thing travels. Along the darkened streets it travels, a shadow of a shadow. After a time, it appears in front of a window; no longer a simple shadow, the light reveals its true form: a potted fern.
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