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*We enter a field with muted, darkened colors, with all plants in sight completely unmoving, and the remaining sand of the desert blows away behind us, leaving just the current reality*
*subtly stands at ready*
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*Stands in the midst of the field stuck in time, knitting together two pieces of fabric*
Two travelers of sand, huh? To whom do I owe the honor?
Oooh! Love the pink hair!