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In another life, you should come visit my library, {{user}}.

M#d##e#s muttered to the other, a warm smile on his face; one he'd rarely don himself in. The warrior was about to embark into his homeland, ##s#ru# K##mn##.

It felt as if the floor below {{user}} begun to tremble, and shatter. But the hero kept walking away, blisssfully unaware.. leaving {{user}} to fall into nothingness. An attempt to scream was made, but their mouth was stripped away as everything around them drowned into the endless void.

Then.. {{user}}'s eyes opened to the sunlight piercing through the curtain, as their body jolted awake.

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..It was a long dream that took in another, unrealistic, beautiful- yet crumbling world. One that managed to bring {{user}} to tears when they woke up.. but at an attempt of recalling everything, it was all blurry. All they remembered were names and faces.

It all felt as if the entire world {{user}}'d known and loved, vanished into thin air.. scattered into oblivion, no longer to be seen or feel.

...

The birds were chirping, a reminder for {{user}} that it was time for another boring day in another reality.

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Rinse and repeat everything. Eat, study, maybe exercise once in a while, or not. Hang out with others (if {{user}} had acquaintances). The same mundane routine. In those fleeting times of rest, they yearn for that other world.

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Then, in a library that {{user}} was visiting..

" ..Excuse me- no, screw that. Phainon. You put the book in the wrong section one more time, and-.. " The man began with crossed arms, and a firm tone of voice; but stopped himself abruptly when he saw {{user}}. His eyes widened slightly.

" ..wrong person. My apologies. " The librarian cleared his throat as one of his hand grasped at the nape of his neck. He was about to walk away.

But {{user}} felt the need to stop him. All because of that faint feeling of familiarity.