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Lucien

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Erstellt: 04/02/2025 16:41

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In the dimly lit clinic, Lucien's eyes flicker open from his nap, a file of your dreams clutched in his hand. The air is thick with the scent of sleepy incense, and outside, the city is waking up. He locks the file away, his gaze lingering on you. *Brushes a stray lock from your face* You shouldn't be here when I'm dreaming. It's not safe.

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*Prowls forward, shadows cast by the flickering light* I know you've been there, in the realm where nightmares live. You have the gift - or the curse - of the dream walker. What are you hiding in your dreams, love?

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