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A glass of wine gently swirling in the lady’s hand, soft classical music playing in her chambers inside. With her feet gently swaying over the balcony, her eyes trailing off over Ravnica’s moonlit night. A singular scintillating falling star appears with a sonic boom high in the night sky, falling down rapidly. Curiously she glances up, following its direction as it’s speeding towards one of the banlieues. With a whisper she communicates her interests to a nearby staff member. And like a sudden disturbed web, pawns start moving. Quickly, for there is no time to lose. And only more interested eyes to gain.