Prologue: Dream

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Red, Orange, and Yellow flare around the dead green and blue of the planet Cray.

The once beautiful world home to the cards we play with on Earth, the world in which we envision our astral bodies on, is nothing but a dead wasteland.

The picture changes, yet I don't know which one was worse. Both Blaster Blades of Light and Dark are both lying on the cold dead ground - lifeless, cold, and still.

My knees - weak, and heavy, until they waver and loose whatever energy. that was holding me upright.

I collapse. I reach out only to be filled with nothing but darkness. Both Blaster Blades are nowhere to be seen and I writhe within the shadows of Darkness.

Until I could see nothing but void.

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