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::XianXian, still upon Sexodus' shoulder looks toward the ceiling, slightly transfixed by something she is not sure she sees. Urging Sexodus toward a wall more bare than the others, she attempts to climb up, turning her head often, to see her baring on what she continues to stare at, above.
She makes her way part way to her desired destination and cannot climb any further. With lazed determination, she throws off her rags, and flies up, towards a glint... a glimmer... and gets as close to it to find out what it is that is shining and calling her attention::
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