'Nostre marquestras quid nostre souhaitras ad refletre.'

We record what we wish to reflect.

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As the lunest and solest exchange places in the sky, one matter is certain- dreams are difficult to understand. Kiora tosses around in her bed at the Shik-Castellis. The young Daemik is fixed betwixt sleep and wakefulness. Again, a voice carries within her mind.

"You want to go back into the land," she repeats. Kiora speaks drowsily. "Where you are fat and full of ...