Vena moved deeper into the room, examining a row of colorful masks propped against the wall. She picked one up, running her fingers over its ornate design. "Or perhaps an actor? A dancer, maybe?" Her eyes flicked back to him. "Or a joker who can be anyone he wants."
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"Sure, why not?" he said as they walked down the dimly lit corridor, its tapestries and flickering lamps casting shadows across the stone walls.
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"Fate scribes and dreamers cannot enter your dreams or influence your subconscious."
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"Each of our names is written on the door of the room we wake up in," Vena replied, gesturing toward the inside. "Care to join us for dinner, darling?"
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Chrono dipped his cigar into his wine, extinguishing it.
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The man crossed his arms and said, "Bad behavior." His voice was so commanding that everyone turned to look at the door.
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"You shouldn't smoke, Mr. Chrono," the white-haired, multicolored-eyed man said.
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Vena pulled back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Shall we test that theory?" she purred, her gaze locking onto his.
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