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>This world you returned to lasted for several weeks before abruptly ending. One calm evening when you should be back in your cot instead of fumbling about, you were living in your delusions at the beach when you saw a boat from the horizon. Perhaps due to a combination of dehydration and being way too immersed in your fantasy worlds, you assumed this boat was part of some clever and creative way to introduce a new element to your little games.
>Whoever came off that boat really outdid themselves, their costumings looked like the real deal rather than jury-rigging random scraps together. After beaching their boat and disembarking, you were greeted by someone speaking an archaic language that hardly any of you spoke, though it reminds you greatly of the many prayers you passingly heard your grandparents sent in your youths. Aside from the heavily armed escort the speaker had, you all felt obliged to render obeisance with bows.
>To the few of you who understood:
<span class="mu-i">"We are the Heir of the South. Our city has fallen. Will these hosts take us to their leaders?"</span>
>Some of you knew very well this sort of speech pattern was reminiscent to the many period dramas spoken at the Imperial court.
