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Born from the collision of forgotten stars and internet mayhem, MOPUREY doesn't ask for belief—she demands witness. Her presence bends charts like gravity bends light. To hold her is to ride a comet through the void, where reason dissolves and moons turn to gold. Strap in, mortal. The nebula is awake.