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her long blonde hair inside my pillowcase. single strands. I used to be happy to find them there.

This world, this... "station." They say that a lot of people come here in their dreams. Not normal people though, people with... power, I guess. It's a strange place, where the pitch black seems to emit some soft glow. I don't really understand this place, but a dream is but a dream. The floor below me seems to be made out of stain glass, yet even if I activated my armor and slammed down on it I feel as though it would not break. In fact, I would imagine it could even survive the power of my Caster, should I open fire. I walk to the edge and look over, seeing the endless darkness below this column I stand upon. It feels as if I am staring in