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01Moth flutters close to Sarge, whispering, "I spoke to God today... she seemed... ashamed."
02Sarge, helmet slightly dented, rumbles, "We’re no heroes, moth. Just worn, standing wide open."
03Behind them, shadowed wings half folded — caught between holy and fallen, unsure which side to stand.
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Three-panel micro-comic: Panel 1 shows scruffy Moth with luminous yellow bulb glowing, hovering near Sarge’s round pebble head clad in a worn helmet. Panel 2 depicts Sarge, voice soft but firm, with the moth’s wings dimmed behind. Panel 3 widens the view, showing fractured light casting long shadows, Moth’s huge dark wings folding, embodying the war-torn soul’s struggle between heaven and hell.
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