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Emerald Joh Jonson lives in Bleakburn in the state of New Massah |
| Wake up, you’re snoring.” Parlassa shoved Vimdite’s shoulder, harder this time. Vimdite’s red eyes snapped open, glowing faintly in the dim room. She glared at Parlassa, every muscle tense. “How long… have I been asleep?” Her voice was wary, cautious, as if testing the world. Parlassa hesitated, her fingers brushing against Vimdite’s arm. “Two… two thousand years.” Vimdite’s scowl deepened, a flash of disbelief crossing her face. “Why did you—” Before the words could leave her mouth, the door creaked open. Monica stepped inside, calm and deliberate. “Emerald Joh will see you now.” Vimdite’s gaze snapped to Monica, then back to Parlassa, heart pounding. Two millennia had passed. And nothing would ever be the same. |