In the vastness of the cosmos, where comets blaze and black holes loom, there occurs a phenomenon known as Cosmic Gunfire. Hordes of intergalactic ships, their plating gleaming metallically, battle in epic engagements. Energy blasts ripping through the fabric of space, leaving trails of light in their wake. The echoes of these conflicts are absent,

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