emilheart?!

[squirreledaway]

[You land on a dirt path. But it's about the only thing that is, well, natural. Your surroundings are made of glass. Glass trees, glass sunflowers, glass grass. The path cuts between all of those things, and leads forward to two doors.

There appears to be a monster waiting in between them, but he too appears to be made into glass. The doors are different, one being neat and fairly new, the other having seen much better days. However, it's still fairly sturdy.

If you look behind the monster and between the doors, it appears like something should be there. It's a very obvious void, in both feeling and in sight. If you look at the ground between them, you can see hairline cracks starting to spread out into the ground.]

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[brotagonist]

What in the world...?

[moves to look more closely at the void, eyeing the monster.]

[antreegonist]

*...uh*

Tenebrae?!

[squirreledaway]

[It feels like you can see whatever is there, or you could, if only your vision would stop censoring it out.

The monster thinks that's very rude.]

[squirreledaway]

[... the monster's eyes flash]

[boottothehead]

Ah. . .

[trying not to step on the cracks as she approaches the two doors]

[antreegonist]

*APPROACHES :|a*

What're you doing here?

[squirreledaway]

[the doors are as described. You could pick either one.]

[squirreledaway]

"Well, I am here to provide a stunning amount of wisdom and experience to the young knight~"

[boottothehead]

[places a hand against the older door and takes in a deep breath]

Hn. . . [and then pushes her way through]

[antreegonist]

*. . .*

Like what?

[squirreledaway]

[when the door opens, you can see a scene similar to the one outside of it. There is a dirt path, but not everything is made of glass. Everything feels real, however there is an ominous, overbearing presence you can't quite place. The path goes around a turn. Do you follow it?]

[squirreledaway]

"Why, isn't it obvious? I certainly must make sure he presents and appropriately frightening and intriguing picture of Lord Ratatosk."

[brotagonist]

Hello?

[antreegonist]

Ratatosk, huh. Should've known.

What's gone missing here?

[boottothehead]

[pursing her lips tightly and pressing forward, hand on the hilt of her rapier]

[squirreledaway]

"Ah, good, you do have manners."

[squirreledaway]

"My knowledge is limited only to what Emil remembers. It was important, and I'm sure he'll remember in time what fits there."

[brotagonist]

You talk!

[kneels by the void and reaches a hand into it, curiously]

[antreegonist]

Is that why you're made of glass?

[squirreledaway]

[it's quiet, at least. But as you walk the trail, and around the bend, you can see the void again, larger this time. Beside it are another two doors, and to get to them, you have to cross a river. It looks peaceful, but the way the sun is setting casts an awkward red pallor over the scene]

[squirreledaway]

"Unfortunately. It doesn't suit me in the slightest! Now I shine and glow too much, and it absolutely ruins the pure dark and enigmatic feel of my presences. It's so dreadful!"

[squirreledaway]

"I hope you don't mean that."

[you ran reach in, it's like your hand vanished, though.]

[brotagonist]

Don't mean what? It's cool. Hello—

—!!!

[y-yanks his hand back]

[antreegonist]

...you haven't changed a bit, Centurion Tenebrae.

[squirreledaway]

"How rude. The void cannot talk, and I would suggest not sticking your hand into random voids of reality. It's rather personal."