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To Yasha, no time at all will have passed from when she laid to rest on the evening of August 23rd, up to the morning of September 8th.
But of course, time most certainly has passed. To any companions (or indeed, anyone else she might think to ask), she seemingly disappeared overnight, only to return that morning. It seems no one on the island captured either of those moments, leaving the entire ordeal a complete mystery.
And try as she might, the only recollection Yasha will have is a rather odd dream...
If you squint, there's a dark shape on the horizon. It looks a little like another island, though you can't remember there being one in this particular location. If you shade your eyes, and peer at it, it seems like the silhouette might be sharpening a little...
The ground under your feet rumbles and bucks, nearly tipping you off balance. You stumble. You right yourself quickly, shaking off the brief period of disorientation. These quakes and tremblings have been getting more and more frequent. The structural damage isn't immense, yet, but you can't dismiss the feeling that they're only going to get worse...
You scowl, but you return your attention to the horizon. You need to figure out what that shape in the distance is. You'd know if it was a new island, wouldn't you?
The shape has sharpened since the last time you looked. The dark shape is less of a hazy smear and more of a looming inkblot. You can make out the spiky shapes of something lining the top. Trees, maybe?
Whatever it is, it's getting closer.
It's getting closer by the minute.