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❀ Moon Bunny Market

[Being a long time staple of Moon Bunny Market, it was no surprise that Camellia, the resident kissaten-slash-flower shop, was taking part in the stamp rally-- though considering it didn't have the same sort of appeal as, say, the trendier cafes or the cute stationary store, it wasn't a stop that was immediately on people's lists. Still, they had a stall regardless, with cute little pots with easy to care for plants, along with some surprisingly strong coffee on tap for anyone who wanders over to ask.

At the moment, it's being manned by a dark-haired teenage boy (who was probably thirteen at best), whose attention seems more on what looks like his study materials than actually promoting the stamps or anything being sold at the booth. It takes him a moment to acknowledge anyone approaching the table, but once he does, he snaps up, hastily setting down his pen.]

Oh, were you looking for something...?

❀ Thunderstorm

[Amane's not usually in this side of Yumemigaoka these days (not since he's transferred from Fujiwara Junior High to Promised Morning, at least), but a doctor's appointment had him in this side of Kihada for the afternoon, and it seemed like a good idea at the time to browse one of the local bookstores. After all, there was a new astronomy book out that he had been meaning to pick up, and the stores over in Akabeni didn't seem to have it yet...

Maybe he should have anticipated this turn of events given the dark clouds and weather from the past week or so, but the heavy sheets of rain still came as a surprise as he was gearing up to leave with his purchase. He had brought an umbrella, but sheer amount pouring down (along with his very water-unfriendly bag and books nestled into it) made leaving a rather poor decision. Still, he waits near the doorway, along with a number of other similarly stranded customers, in the vain hopes the storm would pass quickly. Maybe he should text his brother to let him know he might be getting home later than expected...

But before he can finish up his text, a loud BANG resounds outside the store, startling him enough to both drop his phone and instinctively clutch onto the arm of whomever nearby. It takes him a second to get his bearings (and to catch his breath-- his poor heart really didn't need this), but once he realizes what he'd just done, he quickly lets go, hands still trembling slightly from the shock.]

Sorry, sorry, I just-- I, uh--

[Shoot. How was he going to explain this to someone without looking like a total kid?]

✿ Slumbering City

[The dreariness in the Dream Sphere is an improved change from the blustery storms back in Yumemigaoka, but it's still not really pleasant to hang around in with nothing to do. If you're hanging around the usual Dream Union hub in Slumbering City, you might feel a sudden tug upon you arm or sleeve, pulling incessantly until they manage to get your attention.]

Hey, heeeeeeeeey.

[Maybe you might recognize the moon-eyed young Dreamer pulling upon you-- or maybe you've never seen this kid before in your life. Either way, once he's gotten your attention, Dreamer Hanako is going to give his best cheerful smile, totally unconcerned whether or not he might be pestering you at this exact moment.]

I'm bored. You wanna go do something fun?

✿ Reverie Necropolis

[You may be be patrolling the winding, icy halls of the dreary Necropolis labyrinth, the unsettling vibes coming in hard. There's always a chance of something trailing and following after you on normal days, but today the eerie sensation seems to be particularly persistent, especially after a certain bend in the path. Is it a strong Torment? Another Nightmare on the verge of manifesting? The answer soon lets itself be known as a face suddenly appears to be looming above you, expression set in a gleeful, mischievous grin.]

BOO.

[HANAKO?? Maybe DON'T try to spook people in the area of the Dream Sphere that thrives on fear and anxiety?????]

✿ Wildcard

[hmu if you have any other prompts/ideas! Amane's AU toplevel is here, but tl;dr he's a shy nerd in the Waking World who becomes more of an outgoing pest in the Dream Sphere, and he very much keeps a sharp divide between his mahou and civilian lives!! Also feel free to poke me @

Urameshi if you want to plan anything out!]

[Shinsha jumps a little at the sound of a familiar voice that shouldn't be familiar. In the Dream Sphere, that voice belongs to their bratty former mentee... but here, "Hanako" is merely a boy who happens to work at the flower shop Shinsha sometimes visits on their way home from school. They quickly assume a neutral expression, face half-hidden by dull, reddish-brown hair. Amane-kun has never shown any sign of recognizing them outside the Dream Sphere, but they still need to be careful.]

...No. Nothing in particular.

[Even so, their gaze lingers on a small cactus in a cute pot with cherry blossom patterns. Shinsha has always been drawn to cacti - they're prickly, slow-growing, and reluctant to flower, yet they're also resilient and able to thrive in harsh environments. But there are already well over a dozen little pots lined up on the windowsill of Shinsha's tiny one-room apartment, and even though they've been living alone for several years now, there's an irrational little voice in the back of their mind that insists that the ever-growing collection of plants might take up too much space and bother someone.]

[... oh no. It's Cinnabun.

It says something of Amane's acting skills that he can quickly squelch down the momentary panic that flickers across his face once he spots his former mentor browsing the table, seamlessly schooling his features into a pleasant (if not a touch awkward) smile instead. It's not as if they haven't crossed paths in the Waking World before-- in fact, it was kind of nice having someone not over the age of thirty stop into his parent's store for once-- but man... Shinsha's appearances never stopped being a jump-scare for him. Granted, they seemed more focused on the flowers whenever they visited as opposed to dunking him in a pool of liquid mercury, but still...

At the very least, though, it didn't look like his senpai had caught onto Amane's Dreamer identity yet, so thank goodness for small miracles!! He wasn't sure what he was going to do if Shinsha had ever figured him out. ~~Perish, probably~~

Speaking of being figured out, though...

Amane's eyes travel to the object catching Shinsha's gaze, and he does his best to suppress a bit of a smirk. Somehow, it seemed very fitting for the sharp yet hardy Dreamer he knew over in the Dream Sphere to be fond of cacti, of all things. He props his elbow against the surface of the table, resting his chin upon the palm of his hand as he nods over to the little pot that captured their attention.]

Cute, right? We just got a bunch of those specifically for the rally. It kinda fits with the season, doesn't it?

[The brat is a good salesman, if nothing else... he's the one to blame for Shinsha's large collection of houseplants. It's all his fault, really. Shinsha makes a mental note to dangle him over a pool of mercury next time they meet in the Dream Sphere and see if his hovering skills have improved.]

It's... kind of cute.

[Damn it, they're not supposed to like cute things. Cute things are fragile and easily damaged, and Shinsha is tall and gangly and clumsy. They prefer dull, sturdy practicality. And yet...]

...I'll take it. Do you have a box I could put it in? I don't want it to get hurt on the way home.

[Damn that Amane and his powers of persuasion! The mercury pool just got even deeper!]

[The smile on his face gets a little bit wider as his not-so-innocuous comment lands it's mark, feeling just a tiny bit of pride sprout within him. Amane might not be old enough to officially work at the shop, or strong enough to help with anything too strenuous, but he sure as heck could nudge someone towards a purchase. He couldn't say he was passionate about plants (the stars above was more his interests), but he did have a fondness for them thanks to his upbringing, and it felt a shame to let them stay unsold in the quiet shop (or quiet booth, in this case). Better to get them into the hands of people who would care for them-- and maybe, if it helped Cinnabun lighten up a bit back in the Dream Sphere, then it was worth the effort in the end. After all, who could be mad about buying a cute plant??

Amane sits up a bit straighter, lifting his head off of his hand as he stretches his writing arm a little (Whoof, he's really gotta take a break with his studies). The question does take him off guard, and he pauses to think for a second.]

Hm? Oh, yeah, I think we got some. I know we saved them just in case...

[He rummages under the table as he talks, trying to find the aforementioned box.]

It'd probably be good to get some paper in there too, just to keep the pot from shifting--

[His words end abruptly, though, as he pulls out... well. It's certainly a box, and just the right size for the plant, but... clearly someone had found the Yugi family's stamp and went ham on it. And from the exasperated look on Amane's face as he whips his head around to the store behind him, he knows exactly who the culprit is, too.]

Tsukasa!! Seriously??

[If the cackle of laughter in response from inside the shop sounds eerily familiar to the one Shinsha is used to in the Dream Sphere... it seems being a pain in the butt is just a Yugi Twin thing.]

[The box is certainly... obnoxious, but Shinsha is willing to look past that as long as it accomplishes its task and gets the cactus home safely. Before they can say anything, though, an even more obnoxious laugh echoes from somewhere inside the shop.

Hanako. But that's impossible. Dreamers can't appear in the real world, and even if they could, Amane is right here... But that irritating, unnerving laugh can only belong to one person.

Shinsha goes pale, the clashing reddish tone of their hair making their face look even more bloodless than usual.]

Who... what was that?

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[Dreamer Guardian can feel his own fear trailing up his spine with each step he takes. It makes sense, truly, to have a nightmare feel when you're supposed to be battling evil in a dreamworld. But this... this is beyond creepy, and so much different a fear than what he felt with awakening. He doesn't like it. But he pushes himself one, forcing one foot in front of the other. He's just about to peek around a corner, when...

"BOO!"

Dreamer Guardian certainly lets out a loud, undignified yell, jumping far and back, and holding his staff out in front fo him.

But, it's another Dreamer. One he's pretty sure he's seen before, though not specifically familiar with.

He lets out a breath, and hand on his chest.]

Goodness, you almost gave me a heart attack. Please save it for the torments.

[He's already scared out of his wits. He didn't want to try to launch out of his skin with them. Despite all the stress and the scare, though, he sounds remarkably calm and forgiving about the whole situation.]

[A cackle of laughter resounds throughout the halls as Dreamer Hanako drifts fully into view, looking entirely too pleased with himself. The scream alone was worth it!]

Sorry, sooooorry!

[ARE YOU ACTUALLY SORRY THOUGH, HANAKO???]

Gotta admit I got you good, though!

[His cheeky smile morphs into something of a smirk, though, as he crosses his legs and leans back a bit in midair, keeping himself level with Guardian's line of sight.]

And besides, it probably got your mind off the maze for a moment, right?

I don't know if I would consider a sudden fear of combat or death as "taking my mind off of it." [He gives a laugh, though.] But I do suppose you distracted me from something. You most definitely got me good.

[He takes a deep breath to calm his nerves back down, leaning back to the corner he was getting ready to peek around.]

I don't suppose you know if there's anything... I should worry about? In here?

[There almost assuredly is. Otherwise, he wouldn't be here, right? But a guy can hope.]

Have you found anything so far?

[Don't give him an opportunity to be smug, Guardian, because he's gonna milk it for all it's worth]

Well, I'm much scarier than anything we might find in here, so whatever comes next would be a piece of cake, don't you think?

[Hanako, you're like barely five feet tall and built like a twig, the only thing scary about you is that you're an unsupervised child with a knife--

But his playful expression drops into something a bit more pensive at Guardian's questioning, all mischief momentarily forgotten in the wake of their duties as Dreamers, especially those under the DU's employee. Hanako crosses his arms, humming a little as his hand reaching up to his chin and taps it thoughtfully. For as much of a pain in the ass he could be, at least he took his job in the Dream Sphere rather seriously.]

Mmm... maybe? Possibly? I took care of a lot of little guys when I came in here, but they all seemed to be heading in a certain direction. Like... thataway.

[He gestures behind him, the very corner Guardian was about to peek around, and while there's a tiny bit more path around that curve that leads into a gloomy void, it's definitely giving off a lot of DO NOT PROCEED vibes. Hanako merely smiles, though, looking seemingly unperturbed by all of these blatant warning signs.]

It might be bad news if we let them get too friendly with one another, so I guess it's a good thing we ran into each other, huh? "Teamwork makes the dreamwork", or something like that ☆

[How he managed to say that last part without a trace of cringe across his face is beyond comprehension, tbh]

[That gets another chuckle out of Guardian.]

If you're always that sneaky, then maybe you are scarier than anything here. I hope so, at least.

[Though he's definitely more scared of the Torments, honestly. Hanako won't kill him, or at least he doesn't think so. They're both Dreamers, and that should make them comrades. It certainly hasn't crossed his mind that maybe a Dreamer would go rogue.

He listens intently to Hanako's findings. Giving that peek around the corner at Hanako's pointed direction, seeing that gloom as it looms eerily ahead. Yep, that's a thing. And it probably most definitely needs to be dealt with.]

Good work. I'm glad you were able to find all of this out.

[Cuts down the searching at least.]

And you're right. We have each other, now. I hope we can take care of this together.

[Numbers definitely help. And it helps Guardian find his resolve to go toward the void.]

Shall we go in, then?

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[Lisa had been looking for a particular cookbook today to go with her grocery shopping, and had just found it as the worst of the storm seemed to roll in. Her raincoat is already damp, and while her scarf is still its usual vibrant red, it's hanging limp out the hood of said raincoat, not quite dripping but probably not keeping her very warm anymore. She'd just thrown the bag containing her purchase into her sturdy canvas tote bag and come up to the door when-

crack-]

Ee-!?

[-her own composure shorts out at much the same time, Lisa visibly jolting as the flash and bang scare her straight out of her skin. The pressure on her arm is by comparison almost reassuringly grounding? It takes a second for her to come under control even enough to address the voice at her side.]

O-o-oh, it's! It's f-fine! It, um. Surprised both of us! Yeah?

[Lisa. Don't even try to pass this off, honey, it's not working.]

[The realization is slow to sink in, but once it hits, it slams like a truck, flushing his ears and cheeks a rosy pink. Oh NO. He just clung onto a girl. It'd be one thing if it was Ai-senpai, or somebody like-- his mom or an auntie or something, but she was closer to his age than most he's interacted with (despite still being a handful of years older), which added a whole other awkward layer to this already fraught situation. Thankfully (?), she seemed more rattled by the storm than from a random boy grabbing her out of nowhere, and he latches onto that like a lifeline, trying to ease his nerves by focusing on assuaging her own.]

Yeah--! [Crap, he squeaked-- better clear his voice and try that again] Yeah, it, um-- came out of nowhere, huh? I didn't realize it could get that loud...

[He trails off, unsure of where to go from there. He wasn't great at starting conversations with strangers on regular days, and this whole situation didn't exactly help matters, either. Before he can stew in the silence any further, though, the store decides to provide an ice-breaker of it's own-- with a feeble flicker, the lights dim for a second, before going completely black, dousing the shop in darkness.

Welp.]

[Lisa has not even begun to process any further implications yet. Her mind and heart are still racing, even if someone talking to her is helping a little.]

St-stupid weather report... guess I should have trusted it a l-little more... I've never, um. Been this close to the center before, I guess.

[And then the lights flash and die, and the central air sputters and dies, and the cases all go dark. The only light is from the passing cars and the grim sky. Somehow Lisa's heart sinks even further.]

I just had to get this damn c-cookbook today... Sorry. Ignore me, I'm just. Kind of in a bad s-spot right now. Are you... okay?

[He'd grabbed her earlier, right? Was that because he'd been spooked too, or...? She can work with a misery buddy.]

[If the whole thunderstorm wasn't set on giving him a heart attack (an unfortunately literal turn of phrase, given his health history), then the store shutting down entirely would certainly do so. There's a swell of concerned murmurs that rise up from the other trapped customers, the sound closing in like a wave, and it's all Amane can do but clutch his crossbody bag to get the trembling in his hands under control. In the grand scope of things, thunder wasn't by far the scariest thing he's had to endure in life, but-- that was the silly thing about fears, wasn't it? They didn't always make sense.

The girl's voice next to him snaps him out of his thoughts, and for a moment, he looks at her, his round, moon-ish eyes reflecting in the dark. He attempts a small smile, but it's strained, the effort a bit futile in the lack of light in the shop.]

I... I'm fine.

[That wasn't even remotely true, if the underlying tremor in his voice is any indication, but he was going to will himself to believe it regardless. Maybe it was the older brother in him (well... older brother to a twin, but it still counted, sort of), but he didn't want to add onto someone else's worries with his own. Sure, misery loves company, but in times of crisis (and being stuck in a blacked out bookstore certainly was one of those occasions), someone had to stay calm... even if he seriously wanted to hide under the nearest table until this was all over with.]

Um... so... y-you mentioned a cookbook? What kind did you-- um, pick up?

[Best thing to do right now was to keep talking, even if he wasn't the best at it, to distract the both of them from the situation at hand.]

[She's Doing Her Best over here. Of course, Lisa's best when she's already frazzled isn't wonderful, but she hasn't started crying, screaming uncontrollably, and run into the rain in a panic, so it's a start. She is shaking, but it doesn't seem like she's alone, which is... depressingly reassuring? Still, she is not composed and her filter is not quite online, but bits of Team Mom mode are still online for emergency use.]

I'm glad. Or, well. As... glad as I can be right now.

[This poor kid doesn't sound fine, but she's in no position to call him on it. But he's trying, and more than that, talking about her dinner plans might help her keep her head, and someone to listen to might help him too.]

I'm go-good at baking, but I wanted to. To try something new for dinner. I'd, um, looked up a recipe, but I d-don't really like... cooking from my phone. U-unless I have to, I mean. So. [She shifts, to indicate her tote bag, before realizing it'd be difficult to see.] A-ah. So, I bought the book. And then I was- [flashBOOM, muted squeak, tremble-] s-s-supposed to go and buy. Buy capers.

[A wan smile, before she glances out the front window of the shop.] That's. Not h-happening right now.

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[ It's the last day of Golden Week, just as everyone's in the process of psyching themselves up to return to normal life – or as normal as life ever gets around Yumemigaoka, anyway. Pretty much everyone who'd want to come bouncing around for the stamp rally has probably been and gone by now but just as it turns to noon, a definitely inconspicuous and totally incognito certain someone comes swanning up to the booth and beaming all over her face. ]

Helloooo! ♫ I'm not too late to get all my stamps, am I?

[ Look, she might have been on vacation for Golden Week, but she's not gonna miss a good stamp rally!! ]

[It says something about how slow it's been at the booth that Amane's been working on his kanji drills of all things, so the familiar voice that cuts in and breaks his focus on it is an absolute relief. He sits up a bit straighter as a happy beam of his own crosses his face, the accursed writing exercise completely forgotten at the sight of this definitely very inconspicuous woman in front of him.]

Not at all! You came just at the right time, actually.

[He knows better than to call her by name or refer to her by "Senpai" in the open like this-- no use putting all of her hard work for maintaining both her secret identity AND his to waste-- but he's still thrilled to see her none the less. Amane's hand reaches over to where the Moon Bunny Market-approved ink pad and stamp lay, and--

The smile drops off his face as there's a whole lot of nothing that meets his hand instead, and his blinks momentarily in confusion, eyes searching the table with it's many plants and cups, but no stamp.]

... wait. Where'd it GO?

[ Ai gives him a little grin in return. There's nobody at the DU who takes secret keeping quite as seriously as she does, but that doesn't mean the two of them can't have a little bit of fun with the whole thing. Sometimes making the secret keeping itself part of the fun is the only thing that helps you remember it's worth keeping.

The grin slips off her face once she realizes the trouble though and her eyebrows shoot up in surprise. ]

Uh oh! Has there been a stamp and dash? [ She can't imagine that someone would STEAL the thing, so it's probably just been misplaced but who knows! There could be an illicit stamp rally ring lurking around the corner for all they know. ] When did your last customer come around?

[Amane frowns a little as he starts to search more in earnest, lifting up his practice book and pencil case in the slight chance it was hidden under there, but... nope, no dice. He turns his head towards Ai as she poses the question of a potential theft, however, and for a moment looks appalled at the thought.]

Last person was like an hour ago, but... I don't think anybody stole it. I mean, we don't really get many people this way as it is...

[And sure, the prize was tasty, but would someone really be that desperate for delicious food to go and take their stamp??

As Amane continues his search around the table, his feet catch onto some papers peeking out from underneath... papers that just so happen to be covered top to bottom in the Yugi family's specific stamp for the booth. Interesting.]

... Hmm...

[ Ai hums to herself thoughtfully for a moment. Usually she has a pretty good sense for when Amane is trying to pull one over on her so she doesn't think this is any sort of intentional tomfoolery and he seems legitimately concerned enough for her to guess that he really has no idea where the stamp's gone. But... come on, that's such a good clue that she can't just pass up bait like that. ]

I wonder... [ While he's rooting around on the table, Ai stoops down and pulls out the paper so she can take a good nosy look right under the stall. S–seriously, does she have no shame?? ] Just what's going on under here?

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[Even if the weather hadn't been better than it was in the waking world, the Slumbering City was a more comfortable sea for a fish like Jackie -- they didn't regret their time in Yumemigaoka, but it was nice to be back.

And for now they're comfortable sitting sideways on a bench, not entirely at rest, instead capriciously messing with their deck of cards. Draw a selection, shuffle them, lay out three and put the rest back. Flip each of the three over one by one. Flip them back over, draw two more, mix them up on the bench and arrange them in a horseshoe pattern. The three cards that should be familiar are not.]

Hey, hey?

[The tugging at their arm above their glove catches their interest immediately; it isn't visible but it's not like it's a difficult guess where it should be, and they orient onto the voice. Unfamiliar face. They haven't seen him before, but those wide eyes, those are familiar-ish, they're the eyes of a child about to cause trouble, and Dreamer Mantle mirrors Hanako's cheer with their own automatic spreading smile.]

Always! But what you find fun and what I find fun might not be the same kind of fun. [Well, they're speaking English but at least it's repetitive English if the boy doesn't know it!] What takes away your boredom in these dreams?

[It's the constant shuffling of cards that initially draws Hanako's attention, and he can't help but watch quietly from behind for a moment or two, trying to predict what this other Dreamer would draw next. He wasn't very good at cards himself, inside OR outside the Dream Sphere, so seeing this person handle a deck so expertly was kind of neat. But there was only so much entertainment value in just watching someone else play, and the dreary weather plus his antsy-ness to get out of the city to do something-- ANYTHING-- to alleviate his boredom got him to finally reach out and bother this other Dreamer.

... except he didn't quite anticipate the language barrier he just ran headlong into. OOPS.

His expression drops a bit, his smile still in place but now looking a touch awkward, trying to figure out how to respond. English was more or less a second language in Yumemigaoka, and Amane himself made a point to study up on it back in the waking world (he'd have no shot at NASA, otherwise!!), but... well. Knowing verb tenses and getting the general gist of what someone was saying was very different from actually holding a conversation. But he'd certainly give it a shot!]

I like to scare people!

[And said without shame too... though even Hanako realizes how that might come off in someplace like the Dream Sphere, and he quickly clarifies:]

Or... trick? Prank? Just to bother, not to hurt. Hurt no good.

What about you?

[Oh, they do catch the slight shift to awkward; how can they not when they actually know the feeling? Their own grin turns a bit wry and they switch to Japanese for a moment:]

Sorry! My Japanese is weak.

[That might not be the right word for weak? Oh well. Context will probably see them through. The little Dreamer's English isn't bad, anyway, and Mantle switches back to that for now.]

I thought you had impish eyes! It's been a while since I scared anyone in dreams. That can be fun...

I like to explore, too. The... the places, mares. Each dream-place. Find Torments. Maybe fight them. It's doing a good deed, right? I suppose that's the opposite of scaring.

[Hanako's eyes light up at the sound of his native tongue, and he replies back instinctively in Japanese:]

It's not bad, though!

[Oh, wait, but if they're having trouble with it, Hanako should probably stick to English, shouldn't he? If he was feeling more puckish, he would have taken advantage of this language barrier, but... well, this Dreamer seemed cool, so he'll behave himself... for now.]

Maybe... we can try both? That is to say... my English is okay, but we can help each other with words if they give us trouble?

[Like for instance, that word "impish" they used... but he could assume it was a good thing, right? Either way, Hanako leans over the back of the bench, propping his face up with his fists and shooting the other Dreamer a wide grin, looking every bit the mischievous little devil he was claimed to be.]

You can still scare people when you fight Torments! You have to be very creative, I think. [... maybe this is why people do not want to team up with you, child. Still, the grin fades into something more wistful, and he swings his feet a bit as he continues to speak.] But... the exploring, I think that can be fun, too. It is like... finding a new star, maybe? A new world? It is... nice.

[A beat, and then in Japanese, nonchalantly:]

Stabbing the monsters is kinda awesome too, though.

[Hanako OH MY GOD]

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❀ Moon Bunny Market

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Reverie Necropolis

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thunderstorm;

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moon bunny market

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Slumbering City

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