[Running. Again. And yet this time there was a purpose, a danger, a direct threat, and Mona wasn't all that sure it was her running. The whisper confirms it, coincides with the writing of the one on the journals - this is not her dream. Ilyigan also runs and ran... but stops and stands, and she wonders if that's a parallel or an opposite.
The sun. The beautiful sun. Was there something more about it? There's a lingering thought in the back of her mind that she can't bring to the forefront, cannot examine or figure out. It's all there, all of the information and knowledge, and she cannot touch it or find it.]
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The sun. The beautiful sun. Was there something more about it? There's a lingering thought in the back of her mind that she can't bring to the forefront, cannot examine or figure out. It's all there, all of the information and knowledge, and she cannot touch it or find it.]
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