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"In my dream, I was sitting on top of a gigantic fireball...

Even though it was made of fire, it wasn't even the least bit hot, the flames like waves flowing to the rhythm of my heartbeat.

Then, suddenly, countless birds began fluttering around me; bone-white feathers bathed in the fire's orange glow. I put out my hand, and they flew over, gathering around, their birdsong ringing off some foreign melody.

That moment, so strange yet so familiar, made me... oddly nostalgic." ~ Hans

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