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"How do you know so much about me?"
Maria could not quite understand how this man knew so much about her childhood.
"If there's a toy that a child once loved, to the point of naming it, I know of it."
"..."
The man stood up. The clouds around him twisted into countless images of children with their beloved toys.
"Toys are gateways to dreams, hope, and imagination—powerful elements often unseen by ordinary eyes. But you have mastered one of them. Even now, however, you have not tapped into everything yet. Take Bobo. Remember your childhood. Channel its power."
"My childhood?"
Maria looked down, suddenly aware of a tingling sensation within her.
Something strange.
She had no idea it was there until this moment.
"You've been channeling your power through suffering, agony, despair, and sorrow so far... But just as much as those negative emotions exist, so do the positive ones. Nothing is ever as one-sided as you imagine, my child."
"Thank you for returning Bobo to me."
