"I arrived in Oreas! I must find the... the..."
"Ouch. I can't remember what it is."

It was like a dream. She arrived, yet she does not even remember why.
Anemone looks around, the surrounding scene simultaneously familiar and novel.
She looks at herself, dressed in robes she bought from one of the few outside contacts of Actaeon, taking moments to confirm that she is the dryad Anemone, not some Syrne who had visited Oreas once.

"I... Anemone, praise Vectron! Anemone exists!"

Anemone takes a deep breath, fetches the Kaleidoscope, her only trusted friend besides Actaeon, from her backpack. Then she carefully enters the station.

Barren places like this always make her nervous.