The world swirls before going black.
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What the hell?
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Why am I on the ground?
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Is it because my body, even though it is celestial, not used to time traveling?
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Huh . . . the more you know.
I slowly get off of the ground and shake sand out of my hair. Wait . . . sand? Not only I time traveled, I also transported myself to Suna.
Time to find Panda.