[oh. well, their emotions sort of pick up with fascination and curiosity but also a sort of longing and inspiration as they take this all in. it's warm, and everything both feels familiar and doesn't, because they have never been to this specific place before but they know the feeling of it all too well. those vines in their chest push, reaching out, grasping.
but it's when they see the tree, the golden light filtering through the branches, that's when they stop.]
I've been here before.
[no, that outburst is replaced by confusion. no, they haven't, not here, but something is...]
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but it's when they see the tree, the golden light filtering through the branches, that's when they stop.]
I've been here before.
[no, that outburst is replaced by confusion. no, they haven't, not here, but something is...]