[There's something familiar about the blurry movement of the man's hands. It's close to a Dolorian prayer, but starting at the head instead of the lungs strikes him as odd.
The thought just leads him back to the city's voice in the dream, before being abruptly silenced.]
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The thought just leads him back to the city's voice in the dream, before being abruptly silenced.]
This isn't exactly the apocalypse I'd imagined.