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Motors whine as the lens covering Hawk Moth’s observatory window opens dramatically. Butterflies take to the air in a rustling of wings. Light shines down onto the solitary figure, swathed in dark purple and black.
“Ow, fuck. Jesus that’s bright.” Hawk Moth covers his eyes with his arm. “Seriously? Right when the sun’s in my eyes? You know what, no. No one is getting ANY super villain powers today. Too damn bright for that shit.”
Hawk Moth throws his fancy cane towards the wall in disgust. The lens begins to close.
“Who the hell gets all emotional on a day like today?” he mutters petulantly as the last of the outside light is cut off.
“Stupid sun.” he mutters in the darkness.