She steps onto the water, a wraith upon a misty sea, and from far below the tugging of the pearl aches against her chest. She wants to reach for it, to pluck it from the waves- but she knows that she cannot. There is an answer to be given first, something beyond physical reach. A tickle in her mind, responded to in a tense, bright thought.
What will it lead to? Only the dream can say.
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What will it lead to? Only the dream can say.
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