[ A yawn, stiffled. ] Oh... That was a nice nap. Chuchu, are you --
Huh? Where am I? My clothes! And why do... Why do I have wings?
This is a dream, right? I have wings and... Chuchu isn't here... Oh! What's this? [ Noise; it sounds as if the speaker is fiddling with the journal. ] Woah, it looks really strange. Does this belong to somebody here
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[ emony's catching on to the how-to of luceti, finally, as she picks up on the distinct signs of a new feather coming from this page. ]
You're in Luceti and I'm afraid it's not a dream. Everyone here as wings and that journal's yours.
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