 Rock Away Blind | You Could Be My Silver Springs Blue Green Colours Flashing | Basically the Sun
Neva stretches on her pouffe, thoroughly unconvinced that her dreams could be of any real significance. She looks through her dream diary, her eyebrow cocked in apparent frustration. "What the heck can being chased by the spector of death mean?" she mumbles to herself, annoyed.
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