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And now I'm standing before the director of it all with a crumple of them at my feet, demanding a rewrite, a second chance, a take two. "Why did you come here?" he hisses, every star in the sky an eye staring back at me. An eye that, in other versions of myself, would be a portal home. "I came to do what must be done."