At least we know these memories are real relative to our life before entering this plane of existence.
( He's no stranger to discomforts and taking this dream into account, Sunday is watchful of Olivine's reactions as they proceed into the grand building. Sound is still distant even as they creak. It travels back towards the sands and ocean before they're swallowed and shut in heavily.
It's odd wearing these clothes here now. )
This looks spectacular. The finishes remind me of my mansion. . . I do miss it.
( The columns are glossy and marbled with respectable architecture that could last lifetimes. He stays near him just in case anything warps on them. Sunday is far too familiar with devising traps and mechanisms to throw people off their bearings. It takes a paranoid mind to read a room and suspect traps awaiting them.
Sunday watches Olivine for more clues about the place, or where they should be heading, but he admires the statue at its center. As curious as he is, they have more important tasks to complete so he'll have to save his thirst for a history lesson. Memory bubbles cling to the statue's base, taunting them. )
Olivine, take my hand. It might be dangerous to wander in here without being connected. If these memory bubbles are real...Well, perhaps monsters might also arise. I'm no fighter by a stretch, but I can imprison them with my mind.
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( He's no stranger to discomforts and taking this dream into account, Sunday is watchful of Olivine's reactions as they proceed into the grand building. Sound is still distant even as they creak. It travels back towards the sands and ocean before they're swallowed and shut in heavily.
It's odd wearing these clothes here now. )
This looks spectacular. The finishes remind me of my mansion. . . I do miss it.
( The columns are glossy and marbled with respectable architecture that could last lifetimes. He stays near him just in case anything warps on them. Sunday is far too familiar with devising traps and mechanisms to throw people off their bearings. It takes a paranoid mind to read a room and suspect traps awaiting them.
Sunday watches Olivine for more clues about the place, or where they should be heading, but he admires the statue at its center. As curious as he is, they have more important tasks to complete so he'll have to save his thirst for a history lesson. Memory bubbles cling to the statue's base, taunting them. )
Olivine, take my hand. It might be dangerous to wander in here without being connected. If these memory bubbles are real...Well, perhaps monsters might also arise. I'm no fighter by a stretch, but I can imprison them with my mind.