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Xyzean
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Glowing blue and white hue, then red, then pure black, and then blue again. That was was he sees through his half opened eyes. He was wearing a black robe with a green scarf. Inside was his school uniform. It is like his small body of a teenager is drifting away, washed away by a stream of cold air. But that feeling was only seconds before the view changed into a tangible reality. His body suddenly landed hard on what thought to be the floor. The air was knocked out of him. Involuntarily, he squealed. He couldn't breathe. He could only wince in pain.