[Ariadne found herself in the latter portion of the dream, lingering memory of the former still in the forefront of her brain. It wasn't the first dream she'd been in, and it was easy to blend in; she looked no different than anyone else around her. She couldn't afford to back home, and the habit had stuck.
[Even so, she begins to wander around, mingling through the crowd without a word to anyone around her - projections, she thinks. Her eyes remain instead on Soul, a boy she doesn't know, but whose dream she's entered. She approaches him, but keeps her distance.]
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[Even so, she begins to wander around, mingling through the crowd without a word to anyone around her - projections, she thinks. Her eyes remain instead on Soul, a boy she doesn't know, but whose dream she's entered. She approaches him, but keeps her distance.]