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A short elven woman awakes naked and alone in an empty street. Loud sounds suddenly crash in on her: voices calling out, bottles clinking, laughter beyond the walls of a building before her... Long snow white hair cascades down around her body and deep black eyes dart furtively about. She is frightened and alone. The sun setting on an unseen horizon casts shadows all around. She crouches low and searches for a place to hide from the noise. To her right there is a gate beyond which lush green foliage can be seen. She runs through the gate into the cover of a forest.
Oddly familiar scents and feelings assail her as she passes from tree trunk to tree trunk. Coming to a break in the trees where a river divides the land she sits beside the water, shaking. She is cold, hungry, and the sun is going down. The elf leans toward the water, hand outstretched to take a drink, and she sees her reflection. She pauses to wonder. The fiery orange sky reflecting it's colors causes her pure white hair to shine red. She drinks her fill of the water and curls up beneath some fallen fir tree bows a short distance from the riverbed.
"The trees are so beautiful," she whispers into the growing darkness.
As she drifts to sleep her dreams are visited by a young human male with a handsome laugh sitting beside a fire with an elvish maid with long dark black hair and startlingly familiar black eyes....
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In a colsd sweat the elf sits up straight. The world around her is shrouded in night leaving her shivering in the dark with panic. Her infared vision reveals the strong trunks of trees around her, slightly dulled by the moon's reflection off the nearby river. Convulsing with the chill of the night wind on her wet skin she crawls to the riverbank and dips her hands in to wash her face. After cleansing herself she leans in to drink the water. She watches the ripples as they flow away from her dripping chin. Her reflection in the dark makes her look almost barbaric the way her hair matted to her forehead. She started to turn away but took a closer look at herself in the water. Those eyes, she thought, where have I.... With sudden realization she gasps. Her dreams! The woman in her dreams! But why would she have her eyes....
Completely bewildered and exhausted she crawls back underneath the bows of fir. The poor woman is confused. She doesn't know who she is, how she ended up in this vaguely familiar place, or what her dreams are trying to tell her. She has not memories. She knows not even how old she is. Afraid to sleep but too tired to stay awake she wept, lost and alone until dreams took her.

The prayers of the disappeared were not in vain