Star Beings: Dawn
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My name is Anaideia Timor.
And I don't know who I am.
People are afraid of me. You can see in in their eyes. The problem is... I don't remember anything before a couple days ago. I have no idea why people seem wary. Or why the people just like me, the Star Beings, seem equally afraid and unsure.
Except for Hade.
They're just annoyed.
But there's something... new... threatening my world. I can feel it constantly, like a buzz in the back of my brain. A whispered warning trying to let me know what's coming.
And I...
I have no idea what to do.
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