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Yunil the Riant was dreaming. Each unconscious thought the ripple from a pebble landing in a deep, dark edgeless pool. One ripple ran into the next before they each faded off into oblivion. She felt serene, languid.
A serpent swam through murky waters like a black ribbon, dancing between shafts of light. Yunil watched the serpent, seeing the beauty of its sleek body. Then, a flash of steel sliced the serpent in half and the green water turned red.
Yunil felt the ominous vibrations tickling the hair on her arms before she felt the fear. Like the whiskers of a cat, they sensed danger. Something was wrong. She opened her eyes but the world was veiled by an invisible obstruction. The ground shook but she could see no ground. The sky was bright but she saw no sun. She felt the wind but she couldn’t hear it blow. She tried to focus her eyes but only one eye seemed to work at a time, like she wore a fickle monocle.
Then, with an almost audible click, she found herself sitting on a green couch, in a cozy shop filled with mysterious objects, facing a mirror. Strange orbs glowed atop more mysterious objects, filling in any remaining pocket of darkness with warm light. As she gazed at herself in the mirror–utterly confused–she saw something white on her lap. She looked down to find a blank sheet of paper.