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The weather was still bitterly cold, and the snow was still thick on the ground, but it was finally possible to at least go outside by the front doors. The King and Queen have still forbidden anyone from staying overnight at the museum district in case it started snowing again. But the King could be seen outside trying to shovel snow enough to make a path to the castle at the least.

The snow was still too thick to get easily anywhere not shoveled, and the snow was so heavy that even beasted out, Ben needed to take constant breaks inside to sit down and dry off. This wasn't going to be a fast task.

It was only made harder when it started. For those who slept, it would start after they have fully awoken for the day. For those who don't sleep, they'd find that they had fallen into a pleasant daydream, even if it wasn't normal for them to do so. When they came out of it, that was when it would start for them.

But what is it, exactly?

Small snippets of memories, playing for anyone who was with the person remembering to see. But the thing was, these memories... were memories the person had not yet made. Memories of the future.

Not enough to give answers, probably not enough to give reassurances for much other than "oh hey, I do have a future after all," but generally pleasant, and short. Hey, it will give people a thing to talk about, at least. Especially since this will go on for the next two weeks or so.
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(Also spoiler warning for the end of KHIII)
Xion had been trying to find a way to the beach to get shells when it happened. She had been trying not to be seen, but black coat, white snow... she wasn't succeeding as well as she thought she was.

A reddish brown dusty area. Most of it can't be seen. But what can be is Lea, in a sized for him version of the coat that Xion always wears, on his knees, in pain. There is a man in a matching coat with ice white hair standing over him, looking triumphant and sneering. He looks down to Xion, the hood of her own jacket up, who is kneeling beside him.

"That's right," the man sneered. "You were friends. Then... you take his life."

Breathing audibly, sounding pained, Xion pushed to her feet.

Lea looked up at her, breathing raggedly, also clearly in pain. In worse pain. "Who... are you?" he asked.

Xion's Keyblade appeared in her hand. She pointed it at Lea's face. She gasped, like she was at war with herself, and the weapon faltered, for just a moment. But then she steeled herself and aimed at him again, clearly about to strike....


For someone who was usually trying to be quiet and unnoticed, Xion could scream really really loudly.

She fell to her knees in the snow, sobbing.

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