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[center][h1][b][color=d7beef]Freedom[/color][/b][/h1][sub][color=A69CAF][b]is a[/b][/color][/sub]
[h3][i][color=9788A4]Dream[/color][/i][/h3][/center]
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		She stood somewhere strange. The world was white and black, a pale landscape and skies of shadow pierced with small shimmering stars.

	There were no structures, no signs of cultivation or creation, only the otherworldly stillness and solitude. She stood alone in an alien realm, anxiety rising within her.

		"Hello? Is somebody here?"

	She received no reply, and stumbled backwards. Silence screaming at her, shaking her, striking her.

		The weight of the world was weaker here. She fell so slowly, like being lulled into blissful sleep. Since time was sluggish, she stared skywards, at the sea of stars shining - seen yet so far away. Adrift akin to her, perhaps.

	She alighted upon the barren ground beneath her, and albino dust had arisen all around her.

		"Help me..." She whispered to the world.

	She heard footsteps coming closer afore halting after approaching where she was.

		"I..." She started, struggling to speak. She sealed her eyes, the sight of the stranger eluding her sight.

	More motions, soft sounds; surrounding dust stirred and the rustling of silk.

		[i][b]"I am here. You are alone, no longer."[/b][/i] A calm and soothing voice announced.

	She shuddered, submersed within the song that was the words of an otherworldly angelic soul.

		"Where am I? Who am I?" She asked, wincing when she heard the wrongness of her song alongside the wondrous symphony of the stranger.

	Additional sounds accumulated around them as she awaited an answer. Dynamic, dulcet, strings shifting and stirring. Chimes calling. Drums dancing.

		[i][b]"I wish you would remain here with me, my beloved daughter. Ah, the moon was where we had a home, aeons ago."[/b][/i]

	The melody tugged upon her mind, trying to make memories return.

			"Mother?"

	She cried like a child. The lunar lullaby continued. The domain of dreams was weird, wherein sleeping would waken the self.

		[i][b]"I cannot answer the second question, sweet child. You must seek the truth yourself."[/b][/i]

	Defiance drove her upwards, unsealing her eyes as she sought to see the speaker for the first time.

		[i][b]"I am a reflection of Homura, the Moon-Maiden of Honor, the Herald of Harmony, the Lost Lover."[/b][/i]

	The speaker was serene and awe-inspiring. A burning beauty that stared at her with such sincerity that Kyoko thought she could see the heart of Homura then and there. She averted her gaze, as staring at the goddess was akin to staring at the sun.

		"You're..."

	She fumbled and floundered, seeking to say something that would convey what she could barely comprehend.

		[b][i]"You shall find your family. The Anath awaits your arrival."[/i][/b]

	Homura came closer and placed her hands upon the cheeks of her crying child, caressing and consoling her. Kyoko lost sight again as lost love seeped into her secluded soul. Forlorn flowers sprouted across her scalp, her face, all along her head. Compassionate crimson flowers that were the last wondrous feelings she had before being flung back to the waking world.