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[Someone's fallen asleep in the library.

Sitting at a table and slumped over a book, is Namine, her head resting on her arms as she breathes slowly and evenly.

There's something hidden in her left hand though. If you looked closely, you would be able to see a thin, braided thread coming out of her loose fist. Though don't bother trying to get a better look. She's not letting go of it.]