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-Prelude-

The credits of The Godfather II rolled, leaving a heavy silence in the room. The haunting image of Michael Corleone, consumed by sorrow after ordering the death of his own brother, lingered in the air. It was a sorrow that seeped into your bones, a reminder of the brutal cost of power. As you sat there, lost in thought, a figure cloaked in black materialized from the shadows of your living room. You gasped, a scream escaping your lips before you could catch it. The figure swiftly moved closer, a finger pressed against his lips, signaling for silence. Heart pounding, you managed to stammer, "Who are you?" His voice was a low whisper, barely audible, "I am from the movie." Chills ran down your spine as the line between fiction and reality blurred. Was this a figment of your imagination, or had the dark world of the Corleones breached the confines of the screen?

Look, we need your help now. Michael is in great sorrow and he needs to continue his life to become a don. Said that mysterious man.

So what? Let them try, Let them try, And kindle us enemies to eternity. But that won't change that wreck of a glimpse that held open a passage to another world, And threw our chains to the wind.

What is love but two people, Who do the same thing, For the same reason; No tyrants can build a wall that can stop making me smile when I think of you; These empty pages that reek of promise, are proof.