[001] → the house

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You're aware of a deep, chilling darkness that surrounds you. You're in an unfamiliar basement, and there's a terrible potpourri of dust and formaldehyde that creates the stench of the dank place. There's something like a whisper in your ear, voices speaking in undertones that you can't hear, even though there's really no one there with you. A chill runs up your spine, as if a wind has come through, but the air is still, and the silence all around hangs heavy.

Amid musty boxes, a claw-footed tub, and numerous other things, there stands a girl. She's dressed fairly typically for a girl her age in the 21st century, and for one who is trying to set herself apart. The teenager stands, staring off into the shadows of the room, holding her arms as if she's cold.

"Why am I... here?"

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She's decently familiar with mythology; it interests her, at the very least. But, she's too preoccupied with the situation for her mind to wander to that information now, and she just nods, slowly.

"So, you're at the end of the galaxy right now," Violet begins, "And you're dreaming. Meanwhile, I'm in L.A., and I'm dreaming. But we're both here, in my dream."

Now she's shaking her head. "How did you get here?"

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Lethe frowns, and glances away. Her voice is thoughtful. "I fell asleep, and this time the dream I fell into was this one." But she knows how many ways Galaxia has to spy on so many planets and worlds. Is this just another part of a dangerous plan?

Or is it freedom, to be able to go out, to meet others, even to have some shred of semblance of normalcy in these dreams?

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Violet tilts her head, as if trying to discern whether this person was telling the truth or not. Finally, the teenager just sighs, resolving to stop questioning her bizarre reality.

"Does that happen... often?" she asks, somewhat doubtfully.

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Lethe considers this. When was it that this began...?

"The first time I had this type of dream, was only weeks ago." It had been confusing. She'd been at her river, as always, but the passengers had not been what she'd expected at all.

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Again, the teenager shifts her weight. "So, people just start dreaming like this... with others in them. Out of nowhere. And this is... common."

Judging by all the people around, she guessed that it was. Violet's expression is pretty calm by now; it's more interesting than confusing or annoying, at this point.

"Sorry, I forgot," she says suddenly. "I'm Violet."

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"I am the guardian of the River of Oblivion," she introduces herself. "Sailor Lethe." There's a certain bold confidence to her posture that stops just short of arrogance; a certain pride in her role that she no longer knows if she feels, but that is expected.

Pride was thrown out when she betrayed her place for the sake of survival.