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Of sights unseen and realms unknown

I had awoken with a headache the size of Mournhold what screamed like harpies. My mind raced at the sources while visions cleared and wafted away like fog on the morning sun.

All I could recall brief images of a realm I’d never seen before and hopefully would never see again.

There are scarcely few realms one would call “welcoming” outside Nirn. Most were prisons to fiendish beasts and writhing madness.

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