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The blonde felt herself stirring inside of her dreams, only to wake up in an unfamiliar place. Was it mist that brushed against her skin? That curled around her ankles as she began to walk barefoot against the concrete? The eerie feel gave way and settled into her nerves. Strange. Her dreams had taken her many places. Sanderson made sure that dreams would keep her within comfort and give joy on rough nights. With her curiosity, she continued through the planned out area until she came across a figure in the distance. The shadow grazed through whatever was in the air. To call out? A chance. She wanted to wander more and maybe find some type of sign of where she was. Soon enough, a tapping and scrapping noise against the metal rang through her ears. She squinted her eyes, hands drawing to her ears to try and dim the horrid sounds of metal against each other. Instead of moving, she remained still for now. Her toes curled against the floor, voice reaching her tongue in a slight quiver. “Anyone there?”
