Beware, you foolish, you haughty. Beware the stroke of midnight, beware the scent of sweetness in the air, beware the fruit below your feet. Beware Pitaya, the Dragonfruit. You may scoff at her waxy armor of resin, or at her flowing hair riddles with seeds, or her trimmed antlers. But be you wary. For she is a warrior of insurmountable strength, and if her unrivaled brute force or combat techniques don't dispatch of you, her sickly sweet poisonous breath will. And so, all you arrogant, all you brave and stupid, all you who would go out to the full moon and ask for a challenge, beware. Beware the Dragonfruit.
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