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The poetry slam crowd is restless. You sense one girl — Mira — desperate for meaning after her mother’s death. “No fear. No desire. Just… the need to believe.” You lend her a line of celestial poetry you stole from a dying monk in 1320. She recites it, weeping. The room goes silent. Then applause like rainfall. Mira feels awe — not at you, but at the universe. That’s the purest meal. Essence gained: 80 Awe | New ability: Inspire Follower | Kaelen: “That felt… not evil?” Ultimately, the conceit of an engineered, versioned succubus