The silent clock ticks in the Infernum. Kiora wakes each twilicht waiting for the chance to further her plan. Yet, the mysteries of her history grate her thoughts. All Kiora can do is observe time's passing as the solest swaps places with the lunest. 'How long has it been?' She sighs while rummaging through her dream diary. Upon a new page, she records her recent reverie.

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'I'm walking barefoot through an emerald grove. As I trudge along the dirt path, there's a gentle ...