OoC: Nostalgia...
It's ok to start with a short post, yes?

The dry wind of the dessert hit Aronin in the face as he stepped out of the portal from the Dome. Somehow, he had ended up in a dessert, somewhere, in the middle of the day. But even how desolate the dessert seemed, there was something he could not put his finger on. There was something familiar about this place, even though he had never been here before.

The portal shrank silently and disappeared into nowhere as Aronin began walking. He had the feeling there was someone he should be meeting over a hill somewhere. A shiver went through his body as he got a déjà vu experience, something about fire and ice clashing in the dessert.

As he cleared the sand dune, he noticed him, the man walking towards him from the other dune. Cautious as usual, Aronin prepared for the worst, an attack or an ambush, but as the man didn’t seem to mean him any harm yet, he relaxed a bit.

“Hello,” Aronin said as they got closer. Then he remembered.

“I know you,” he continued. “From a dream.”