When Daciana awoke later that evening, it was beginning to get dark outside of her apartment. She thought that this was strange, because it seemed a little bit to early to be so dark at this time of year, but she sat up, rubbed her eyes, and shrugged it off. After all, Dacia had encountered stranger things than an ominous sky before her nap; or alternatively, maybe the wolf she had seen was simply a dream, all in her head... Still, she couldn't shake the feeling that the wolf had been all-to-real, and that it had meant something. Upon standing, she felt a cold chill run through her body also, so she decided to change her clothes, donning a white cotton tank-top and leggings, and then pulling a heavy black sweater on over that, paired with some converse. Before walking outside onto her apartment balcony, Dacia pulled out one of her favorite scales, a shiny silver on matte black, and weighed out a bit of something to perk her up. As usual, Dacia had put the exact amount that she had planned to onto the scale, and it read even without her having to adjust it whatsoever. She never had any issue with eyeballing the stuff, and she only measured it in order to make sure that she wasn't cutting into her customers' stash. As she thought more on this, she realized that she wasn't exactly sure how many customers she currently had, or even how she had met any of them...

Feeling a bit queasy now and with a rush of anxiety pulsing through her, Dacia stepped out onto the balcony, picked up one of her best pieces and loaded it swiftly. Taking a lighter to the piece, she inhaled deeply, attempting to get rid of all of the bad, uneasy thoughts and emotions that had been running through her mind, body, and spirit since she finished working that afternoon. She observed a few passers-by walking the city streets below her, and chuckled to herself, knowing that she was mostly shielded by a large overhanging tree branch, but also not really caring about whether or not she was seen. She would simply have to pay a small fine if she was apprehended, and that amount of money was nothing in comparison to what she would make back the next day. In this moment, all was finally serene. As the plant overtook her, she began to relax, breathing in slowly before a few harsh coughs racked her ribs, and then she once again felt peaceful. Her eyes started to glaze over after a few more hits, and she was feeling much more in touch with herself, her wants, her needs, her essence... 

Suddenly, as if a volt of electricity had hit her, Dacia snapped out of her dreamy haze and her sharp green eyes flew open, her breathing rugged. "Daciana Adomi" she thought, but the name suddenly felt as foreign to her as it was familiar. She was remembering something, dim, confusing flashes of another life playing before her eyes (but in all actuality, inside her own mind) and yet she couldn't fully understand what was going on, or what it meant. Dacia tried to really concentrate, but she couldn't get any more out of the onslaught of memories at this time. All her thoughts were now of the underworld, and the name "Anubis" continually repeated itself in her head. Dacia sat there and pondered all of this, for how long she was unsure, setting her glass piece and lighter down on a little wooden dresser beside her.