����� The bustling main street of Bay City was abuzz with tourists a-plenty. Store clerks raced to their store fronts to shine the glass and try desperately to compete vocally with the street merchants that tempted visitors to pause for a moment's sojourn. One store, on this sweltering day in May, decided to advertise that they'd air conditioning ready for one and all. Still, though, the confusion was such that you could hardly discern the terra firma from a brown boot. Men of business hustled down the street, often pushing the busy foot traffic aside so that they could get to the suburban transport depot. Ah, the transport depot! Anyone who was fortunate enough in this little poe-dunk town to be able to afford a fancy-shmancy motor car was permitted to lodge it here. There would be no vehicles blocking the streets- parked in an ugly fashion, half on the sidewalk and half on the street- The merchants wouldn't have it!�

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����� Yet, for all its hustle and bustle, so accurately resembling the old world with only minor splotches of the New, Bay City remains entirely ignorant of the realm that exists just beyond the citizens' grasps. They say ignorance is bliss- no more intelligent a statement has ever been made. Far beyond the violent convulsions of the Pacific tide there exists a foreign land, the likes of which few have ever encountered in this lifetime... and even fewer still return from. Here, at the convergent zone of the tides, is an anomaly in the modern world. A meteorological enclave, as it were, and a paradise unparalleled.

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������ Welcome to the realms of Therae, wary seaward traveler! For you who've lost your way, we are your sanctuary... A place for you to stay. Gorgeous blue skies sparkle and shine as the suns above you twinkle and luminesce. Our sun isn't quite like yours; he has a mind of his own. Stars for you, are not as stars are for us, because we are your mirror realm. They are darkness, death- a black blotch in the sky- but their light transcends upon our heads to illuminate The Blue. At that, dear friend, is good news for you! I am your guide, or one of many as it were. I am Sathyme, a Channelian assigned this entrance to Earth in order to regulate the traffic of Earthly tourists. I'm sorry to inform you, wary soul, but you're not quite too Heaven.

������ Neither are you, however, in Hell. Rather, you're in the middle ground. You aren't in Limbo, as we do not believe in such a horrible fate, and you're not in Purgatory either. They're merely flights of fancy that your kind- our younger kind- creates to explain the vast truths of the Universe.

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