As Marisa slept, visions of a mysterious library danced in her head.
As Marisa slept, dreams of soaring over the forest filled her mind’s eye.
Hmmm… now is that an owl or is that a muse? They often look very similar in these parts.
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Hehehe I do love that Marisa dont ever seem to mind making joke about her age.
For those who want to know: “On silent wings, the owl soars, a shadow against the twilight.”