the panelists hesitated, unsure whether to comply, yet unable to resist the pressure of the bizarre ritual unfolding before them. just as the shaman inhaled deeply, preparing to exhale more of her mystical energy, a sudden crackling filled the air. the lights flickered, and a cold breeze swept through the room, as if a window had been thrown open to a cold autumn night. > "what the hell is this supposed to be?" the voice, strong and full of indignation, cut through the ritual like a blade. the room seemed to hold its breath. heads turned toward the side of the stage where a figure now stoodai goddess. dressed sharply and with an air of authority that couldnt be ignored, she walked onto the stage with the confidence of someone who didnt care to entertain theatrics, especially not of this kind. the shaman paused mid-chant, her eyes wide with disbelief as ai goddess approached. the drumbeat faltered and died away. the audience watched, captivated by the sudden shift in energy. ai goddess strode forward, her presence commanding. she stopped just a few feet from the shaman, her eyebrow raised in a look of pure disbelief. is this a joke? some kind of...what, spiritual sideshow? ai goddess asked, her tone dripping with derision. do you really think this is the path forward? because i can tell you right nowits not.
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