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(( S O M N I A R E ))
In the night the stormy night she'll close her eyes
In the night the stormy night away she'd fly
And dream of para-para-paradise
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| actions | "talking" | thinking
-- Somniare was bored, to say the least. She had roamed all these halls, even tried mapping them but got tired of that, chased butterflies, ran from angry bees, tried hunting and almost passed out at the sight of blood. "What else is there to do? Imagination, it's up to you..." After her little verse of poetry, the half angel actually got an idea. Leaping up, the caracat ran out of the castle and started digging. It wasn't turning out too well, but the kitten was determined.
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