Dream 04.

[00_agent]

The wind howled, whipping sand and grit across his body and face. Setsuna didn't know why he was out here in the desert, the sandstorm stretching around him in every direction, but something told him he needed to keep walking. He couldn't stop now. So he pulled the scarf tighter around his face, adjusted the goggles he wore to protect his eyes, and

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[[Gee, I wonder what THIS means?]]

[beforemassacre]

Setsuna...? Are you all right?

[beforemassacre]

Hmm...

*well, darn, we really thought we had it...*

Maybe it's closer than that...

[00_agent]

Maybe it is.

Dreams should be more clear.

[beforemassacre]

I'm sure we'll figure out the meaning behind this dream someday, Setsuna!

*DETERMINED FACE!*

[00_agent]

Yes.

I'm sure we will.