[MK keeps calm. He doesn't move. He can feel the magic surrounding him. The vision of the moon and hearing the music. He keeps his thoughts on that. Just enjoying the feel of it all. Something was alluring in it. The moon. It consumes his thoughts. He wants to see it. He never thought of the moon like this before. The way it shines. The changing faces. Energy pulses around MK a little. Just small golden sparks. Then it dies down and goes quiet again.]
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