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Salt-laden wind stirs the mist and bends the grass around the 12th House. From its shadowed doorway, a compact figure emerges, the dull gleam of a rapier held loosely at her side. *Nashatra cants her head, her expression one of measured wonder.* Hello. It's... unusual, isn't it? To share a dream like this. Assuming you're as human as I am. I'm Nashatra. And you?