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[Towns are supposed to be full of hustle and bustle for the most part - even small towns usually had some air of liveliness about them...even in a dream.
Not this one.
This village is dead. Dusty. Desolate. It was even more apparent since she was so sure that she was alone, but if she was alone, that meant...
Why would her crystal mind lead her here?
As dreary as the village of Oerba is, the most frustrating part is that every time Fang turns around, she can see a burst of color out of the corner of her eye - a hint as to what she remembered from her old life - but it vanishes as soon as she turns to look.
She growls in frustration, whacking a pile of crystal dust with her spear. Yes, she screwed up. Yes, this was her fault. Did everything constantly need to remind her?]
Not this one.
This village is dead. Dusty. Desolate. It was even more apparent since she was so sure that she was alone, but if she was alone, that meant...
Why would her crystal mind lead her here?
As dreary as the village of Oerba is, the most frustrating part is that every time Fang turns around, she can see a burst of color out of the corner of her eye - a hint as to what she remembered from her old life - but it vanishes as soon as she turns to look.
She growls in frustration, whacking a pile of crystal dust with her spear. Yes, she screwed up. Yes, this was her fault. Did everything constantly need to remind her?]