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You take the long blade, gripping the handle in both hands. Weaving it through the air feels like a a jolt of electricity is running through your body.

Once you take the weapon, you are jarred by the sound of sliding metal and notice an open doorway behind you. Stepping into the hallway, you are surrounded by a white cloud of fog, but as you walk, the fog dissipates, and the hallway extends farther than you can see.

Your arms itch, and green freckles appear over your arms. As you scratch at them, they move around like tiny insects evading your fingertips.

This is when you realize you're dreaming.