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I watched the hands touch me and build structures in the sand, for a moment, I smiled, again the partial presence of a primeval energy flowed from me, though less noticeable and not as hostile. I felt like a god, appeased by these hands as if they were worshippers, though this sort of flattery only held sway over me for a few moments before I regained my calm demeanor, looking back to the masked man, the spirit, and the hooded stranger.