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In what? In uncharted...never mind, you meat popsicle
In a remote corner of the spirit realm, where dreams touch the dead, a piercing screeching is heard, similar to the sound of tiny fingernails dragged across a chalkboard. The sound drives away the spirits in the area.
A dream floats amongst those sleeping. A raven-haired man holds a small box. He speaks to it. "Yes, Mother. I will not forget." "Yes, it is being arranged." "Yes, I will hurry. The gnomes will not know what they build until it is too late." |