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Arcana Maja : Second Earth & The Ruins of Brachium Star (Writing In Progress)

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Parts 28
Time 2h 31m

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Are you able to consciously perceive a dream while you are deep in a sleep? Or noticing that you are having an inception with countless of layers of depth that you can no longer distinguish between dreams and reality?

Are you 100% certain this life you are living is the reality of your reality? How do you perceive your world as the only reality as it is?

Killa Na'ar -- supposedly a 24 year old woman from Indonesia, awaken from a very deep slumber only to realise she was unknowingly stranded in the Second Earth, meeting strange people that oddly felt familiar to her. 

Since she was a child, she had been given the knowing in her heart that she was meant for something greater than what the reality presented her, but only in Second Earth did she find out her true purpose.

Or was it?

In Second Earth Killa revealed secrets beyond what she had ever imagined; the answers to her silent questions, the code of the universe.

But where was Second Earth? Why was it every time Killa awaken from a deep sleep, reality always seemed to change?

And what about the people she was involved with? If reality continuosly changed, was it possible that they were real?

Furthermore, was she even real?All Rights Reserved

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