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You find yourself in a place.
This place, in fact, is somehow, inexplicably, a reflection of your own mind.
There are a few doors scattered around. They don't belong—they are styled to belong to other places. Stepping through the doors lets you visit the places like this that belong to the people you know.
What do you do?
This place, in fact, is somehow, inexplicably, a reflection of your own mind.
There are a few doors scattered around. They don't belong—they are styled to belong to other places. Stepping through the doors lets you visit the places like this that belong to the people you know.
What do you do?

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Luly intended to explore—it certainly seems familiar—but instead she's ended up sprawled out on the grass in one of the parks, petting the assorted kitties.
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"I did not know you liked cats."
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She rolls—seemingly only half-intentionally—to pull Lafiel up on top of her, and lets out a little huff of breath as she wiggles under her to keep from getting buried in all that hair.