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       The orchestra of voices echoed in unanimous disjunction. The crowded streets were blurred with those rushing time itself in hopes of arriving at some vague destination. Tourism was abound, with colorful signs, waving merchants, and masses of enthusiastic explorers from lands lost to time. Transportation plowed through walls of people, only to be swallowed by an ocean of bobbing heads. Structures created obstacles as the current of necessity ram innocent pedestrians into walls, stands, and various modes of travel. Such was this that stood before the small party. Within seconds Lysander slid off Ilar and disappeared within the masses, l