[the feed flicks on after a few attempts and reveals a rather confused teen. Dextera didn’t understand what was going on. He never woke up in a place like this when he died and the Archangel wasn’t there to give him direction. Why?
...maybe this device was something from him? Could it have a message? He carefully taps a few buttons.]
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[oh! It could craft words. Could he write something? Would someone answer his questions?]
Where am I? Please answer.
[Just one question. It would be nice to at least know that.]
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