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Peculiar day

Peculiar day

But today was different. Beginning with the eerie dream that fell on the Dark Moon. The first thing I remember from the dream is that I’m being given a golden handheld telescope, I’m walking down the concrete coastline of some port in the unnamed city. I do not remember the person who handed me the monocular, except that it was a tall individual, taller than me by far, and he was wearing dark colors.