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A gentle wind caresses your flesh, the morning dew; carried by way of the ocean breeze settles upon your your weary face as if a delicate kiss.
Mind recoiling into tranquility, your eyelids flutter some before closing as your vision fades to black. Memory wells in an echo of times past, fleeting images meeting with mindful whispers, which come upon your mind like a shadow cast, their entire occurrence voiced only by a quiet sigh quickly melting, as if a stolen prayer, into the feast of noise and activity that is this, new and frightening crimson land.
An angel; gentle though stonelike by appearence, and a human fencer; lithe, yet showing a muscular build both stand in fine attire, the air of quiet confidence about them soothing to your mind as you approach.

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