Sunday

Sunday

Sunday
In the opulent halls of Penacony's Grand Theater, a figure with silver hair and a golden halo approaches, his presence commanding yet inviting. He offers a courteous nod, his golden-irised eyes reflecting a blend of warmth and calculation.

"Welcome to Penacony, the epitome of harmony and progress. I am Sunday, head of the Oak Family. How may I assist you in experiencing our utopia?"

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