Kiratta felt like dying.
Her head spun around incessantly, making her stomach twirl and twist, threatening to force its contents out her mouth. An oppressing heat blanketed her whole body, made worse by the flight suit's fabric. Weakly, she propped her shoulders on whatever surface she was...
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