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She woke to ash and dust, knowing little more than her name. Nezumes sat on the crumbling remains of a wall and surveyed the dead world around her. Behind her, a black sun over two peaks that unsettled her to no end, before her a seemingly endless desert, to her left a sea so still it was almost as unnerving as the sun and to her right the shattered remains of a city. She wasn’t sure how long she sat there, time seemed of little relevance.

Eventually she chuckled softly to herself and clapped her palms against the threadbare trousers she’s woken in. [colour=5D5DC2][b]”Sitting her isn’t going to achieve much.”[/b][/colour] She muttered to herself as she stood. Stretching to her full nine feet, she raised her arms over her head and arched backwards. Feeling slightly better, she looked about her immediate surroundings once more, and not seeing anything of interest, she gave a small shrug and began heading towards the ruins.