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... barely kept hair swaying in front of her view. Darkness. A light pink to edges being the only discerning light.
Something felt, off... Like it was unclear, like she was lightheaded, like there was this fog beginning to brew within the corners of her mind.
Arising from the pinkish light were images, in a blur? No, they were not images; figures perhaps. The dim light made no effort to make it easier to perceive.
"Where am I...?" she absentmindedly muttered. Her body, she p ...
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