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[fantasizes]

[ in one of the many rooms of the dressing room, it leads to a hangar for beautiful airships. in front of one of them was a brunette woman in a long white coat, a hand reaching out to touch the metal — with the stairs activated, all it takes is a little exploration to learn more. small hand injury or not, it feels... strangely familiar.

miss shera still thinks she's in radiant garden. ]

This is beautiful. [ she tells herself — and wonders how cid would react to it. ]