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Aurora shouldn’t be here.
She knows she shouldn’t be here.
But she doesn’t remember where she should be.
So she tries to think about what exactly she does remember.
She remembers walking through the field of grass. She remembers looking up at the moon and the stars and the sky. She remembers lying down in the dirt. She remembers watching the dragon circling overhead.
And she remembers she shouldn’t be here.
Wherever here is.
Maybe she should ask the dragon.
“Dragon?” she calls out into the unmoving world around her. “Do you know where we are?”
The dragon appears overhead. An inky black spot hiding the moons and stars behind its massive wings. The creature’s head dips down for a moment as if it was looking for something before it flies out of sight. Some
