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A spotlight shines over me on an empty stage... I look around, and it seems pretty clear I'm in a theater. Everything's some shade of blue, for some reason.
...
...?
...Someone else is here. He's sitting in front of me, in the front row of the other-empty audience. ...I can only see that he's in a dark blue tuxedo suit.
"Hello, young miss," he says to me. "You're probably wondering where you are right now... This is the Auroral Auditorium. My name is Wayne. Might I ask for yours?"
"Rozlyn, Rozlyn Glenwood," I tell him. "So would'ja mind tellin' me what th' fuck's goin' on here?"
Wayne chuckles. "My, such harsh language doesn't suit a young lady such as you."
Suddenly, he's gone, and now he's standing next to me on the stage. Now I see he's clean-shaven, with short white hair and yellow eyes.
"To be honest, I'm not sure myself," he admits. "But they say no one comes here without a reason... and the fact you appeared right up on the stage already says something to me. This is just a guess, but maybe you are about to be the star of a grand story..."
"Really? Me?" I scoff. "Please..."
"Think what you will," Wayne smiles. "In any case, I'm sure we'll see each other again."
"Lyn-chan! We're here."
That was the voice Rozlyn woke up to. The plane she was on had landed, and the other passengers had begun to disembark.
"C'mon, Rozlyn," her father nudged her. "Let's go."
...
...?
...Someone else is here. He's sitting in front of me, in the front row of the other-empty audience. ...I can only see that he's in a dark blue tuxedo suit.
"Hello, young miss," he says to me. "You're probably wondering where you are right now... This is the Auroral Auditorium. My name is Wayne. Might I ask for yours?"
"Rozlyn, Rozlyn Glenwood," I tell him. "So would'ja mind tellin' me what th' fuck's goin' on here?"
Wayne chuckles. "My, such harsh language doesn't suit a young lady such as you."
Suddenly, he's gone, and now he's standing next to me on the stage. Now I see he's clean-shaven, with short white hair and yellow eyes.
"To be honest, I'm not sure myself," he admits. "But they say no one comes here without a reason... and the fact you appeared right up on the stage already says something to me. This is just a guess, but maybe you are about to be the star of a grand story..."
"Really? Me?" I scoff. "Please..."
"Think what you will," Wayne smiles. "In any case, I'm sure we'll see each other again."
"Lyn-chan! We're here."
That was the voice Rozlyn woke up to. The plane she was on had landed, and the other passengers had begun to disembark.
"C'mon, Rozlyn," her father nudged her. "Let's go."
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