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===The Town of Truce===

'''February 24 of the year 323'''

'''Luna's Day'''

"Its so late. What am I doing wandering the city at this hour?"

Ignoring her own questioning of sanity, Aura continued
meandering the now-quiet [[Truce]], seemingly with no aim or
goal in mind. Her mechanical boots brushed
across the cobblestones subtly and silently, as if she
was afraid of breaking the serene stillness that so
obviously surrounded her.

"I can't sleep; yes, that's it. Not to say that I couldn't try, but even making an attempt has been so hard of late..."

She sighed, a long, drawn-out, depressed exhalation of
the still-prominent emotion that flowed within herself.
It had been a good deal since the fateful incidents that
placed her smack-dab in the middle of anything and every-
thing, but they wouldn't go away; like the morning after
a nightmare, it tingled within her mind... only this was
no nightmare, and it could not be shrugged off. And even
if it was a nightmare, would it make a difference? She
found herself questioning the logical satiation that stood
between keeping a clear head, and breaking down in tears
over something that, evidently, no one could help her with.

"I still don't know what to do... I've been given signs; even been the brunt of one! But it doesn't help. There's so much I still don't understand about the world... or myself."

She stopped suddenly, scattering a few minuscule pebbles
from the abruptness.

"Is that the problem? Mm..."

She glanced over her shoulder for what seemed like the
longest time, her violet eyes glimmering with renewed
thought.

"Who knows..."

She walked on, a very faint smirk alighting on her lips.

"Well... SOMEONE has to... right?"

A small smile presented itself, a reward for managing to
keep her spirits up, possibly.

"I still have myself..."

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