A military delegate visiting a settlement of indigenous folk finds herself before an inconspicuous mirror that bestows her with a detailed repository of historical knowledge after gazing into its distortive reflection, instantly knowing all about the people, their native tongue and their practices. As well as what was expected of every single member within the tribe, especially the role she had to play. All while memories of her past living as a person hailing from an advanced civilization begins to fade away like sand dunes whittling down in the wind, never vanishing but changing shape nonetheless.

The information dump was so detailed, that by the time she left the hut, the sight of her former comrades rouses nothing within her heart as she turns instead to her people, smiling warmly at a particularly well built Hunter she had laid her eyes on for quite some time now as she strolls over to initiate a rousing conversation, speaking the mother tongue of her tribe instead of the English she could no longer make sense of and blushing as her partner recipocrates her invitation, laying down his gear while moving over to brush a stray lock of hair out of her azure blue eyes...

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