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In a story I´m writing:

"How do you get into my thoughts. Who are you? Are you of the Order?" He was more amazed than angry.
"No, ... I'm Monja. I've been watching you from afar for some time and ... I feel so alone in this ghost town. So I tried to reach into your mind ... and apparently I made it. I can help you,
to find your way around here. You're researching RAVE for good reasons, right? "
(RAVE: a mysterious, abandoned futuristic metropolis above the clouds).
The soft female voice sounded insecure. Something was changing in Oudrim's heart. He couldn't explain it.
"Here, that's an idea of the inner city districts.
I remembered them for a long time. So these are my thoughts in the form of a spatial map, with personal thoughts from me .. Please look for me inside! I will guide you to me. I need your help. For a very long time. "
Remain silent ...
Then Oudrim saw Monja's imagination.
"Wow! ... Good, Monja! I'll come to you.
Please let me know the next time you contact me telepathically. I almost fell. OK?"
"Yes, Oudrim. Sorry, please!"
Then it was quiet again.
Oudrim felt a strong affection. Why was she so familiar to him?
How did she know him?

Description
In a story I´m writing:

"How do you get into my thoughts. Who are you? Are you of the Order?" He was more amazed than angry.
"No, ... I'm Monja. I've been watching you from afar for some time and ... I feel so alone in this ghost town. So I tried to reach into your mind ... and apparently I made it. I can help you,
to find your way around here. You're researching RAVE for good reasons, right? "
(RAVE: a mysterious, abandoned futuristic metropolis above the clouds).
The soft female voice sounded insecure. Something was changing in Oudrim's heart. He couldn't explain it.
"Here, that's an idea of the inner city districts.
I remembered them for a long time. So these are my thoughts in the form of a spatial map, with personal thoughts from me .. Please look for me inside! I will guide you to me. I need your help. For a very long time. "
Remain silent ...
Then Oudrim saw Monja's imagination.
"Wow! ... Good, Monja! I'll come to you.
Please let me know the next time you contact me telepathically. I almost fell. OK?"
"Yes, Oudrim. Sorry, please!"
Then it was quiet again.
Oudrim felt a strong affection. Why was she so familiar to him?
How did she know him?