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  1. The ritual was something Khalid had discovered some decades prior - a mix of the Arcane and Alchemy to create a dream-state interlinked through the union of two or more souls. Lucidity was what the smoke offered - a state of mind where one was trapped between illusion and reality.
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  3. Valerie was left alone in a world surrounded by darkness - abandoned as far as she knew. Coldness, emptiness, all very familiar. But what? As her mind wandered, the world began to take shape. Rigidity, bars, books, lessons, bars, scoldings. Bars. A cage. She was within the Azure Spire. A dream prison of her own making.
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  5. Movement was unclear here; as her consciousness simply floated through the area. Despite the freedom her form possessed in this dream world, she would feel.. trapped. It was a place of order, and yet a shrill call beckoned here. Snapping her from her sorrow. She peered about.
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  7. There! On the wall a shadow fluttered - wings? No, a tail! Her mind raced and she followed, unable to halt her pace as she crashed the shadow. Feathers, no - a beak!
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  9. Chasing, running - no! Climbing, then dashing - finally soaring, wings spread wide and carrying Valerie out of the cage. Out of the spire. The control of the bars had disappeared, leaving Valerie soaring through the skies as her Ellon - a feat unimaginable within the real world. She was stronger, faster, and larger. Wild and free she soared through the sunkissed sky. Clouds as far as the eye could see.
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  11. The worries of the world had snapped like rusted iron cufflinks. She had become the shadow she'd chased within the spire. Her mind dipped deeper into the intoxicating arcane than she had ever ventured.
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  13. She was free.
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