Metroid (creature), Metroid
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![Dark Samus (from Metroid Prime) [Pony] - AI Model cover image](https://images-ng.pixai.art/images/thumb/1d77a101-e92b-4937-a2bd-59ee3ef7f066)
![Phazon [Anm, IL-0.1] - AI Model cover image](https://images-ng.pixai.art/images/thumb/f3af79a2-a14e-4224-b3d8-75a4a48b4825)
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