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Flowers of Heaven: Kohime
There is a sudden light in the corner of your eye—a strange flicker of unnatural blue that hovers and darts at the edge of the path.
Or... no, that can't have been right, since when you turn to look, it's not the edge of the path at all; simply the path itself, winding its narrow way through the thorns, the same as before. Doesn't it just figure, though, that it would be empty, the rest of the unit apparently lagging behind? Unless, of course, you're the one who's been left.
You might as well proceed.
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It's quiet, here, even the sound of your footsteps oddly swallowed up by the thorns. And the path stays empty—not so much as one of those weird owls to keep you company. There's none of that spiced smoke in the air, either, and the brambles here only come in shades of faded grey.
You're holding something, though: a collection of sixteen different flowers and a small lantern of blue flame.
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Or... no, that can't have been right, since when you turn to look, it's not the edge of the path at all; simply the path itself, winding its narrow way through the thorns, the same as before. Doesn't it just figure, though, that it would be empty, the rest of the unit apparently lagging behind? Unless, of course, you're the one who's been left.
You might as well proceed.
It's quiet, here, even the sound of your footsteps oddly swallowed up by the thorns. And the path stays empty—not so much as one of those weird owls to keep you company. There's none of that spiced smoke in the air, either, and the brambles here only come in shades of faded grey.
You're holding something, though: a collection of sixteen different flowers and a small lantern of blue flame.
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She curls in tightly, her tail and arms, in an effort to make sure none of the eerily faded brambles touch her.]
. . .I get it, okay? I'll go back to the stupid dorm.
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After all, through that pain of separation, the feeling of being an intruder has dissipated. What remains, then, is a palpable loneliness - the path seems to stretch farther without people to walk it beside you, and your journey seems so very long.
You might as well get started. ]
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Good thing that's never been her way. She clenches her fists and raises her chin, a touch defiant.]
Fine.
[Starts walking.]
1/2
LiliS: 12.5%
sensitIV: 25%
pep!pep!: 8.33%
BAD END=DEAD END: 0%
Taisho Roman Revolution: 0%
☆ZRAEL: 7.14%
future is now: 8.33%
WILD CITY: 12.50%
Heart Soldier Senshi: 10%
AlcheME!: 12.50%
avante en garde: 16.67%
BARiTONES: 0%
░░░░░░: 50%
...you burned, and yet BARiTONES is fine. ]
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With every step you take, you notice two things: first, there's no sound to any of your steps. Second, the ground seems to lighten in its shade of grey; this wasn't the case before, though. . . ? But if you walk backwards, the path is just as light - no, even moreso now, as though every single movement you make leeches the shade from your surroundings, leaving behind shaky sketch-like outlines for the brambles and the ground. Your heart feels like it could sink with dread -
There's something behind you. ]
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So? Who's there? Show yourself.
[She does a decent job of appearing steady and firm, but her fur is raised, giving her away.]
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If it took you, would you break down into nothingness, too?
You probably don't want to know the answer to that. The path forward is, at least, undamaged, so you should get a move on. ]
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The further you cross, the sketchier the world's outlines become - but that pace is certainly slower than the gaping void behind you, so you move on, further and further. There must be something ahead - the next round to the game, surely, or your unit, surely.
Hey -
Just who was your unit, again?
Try to recall them and you'll find that you can't quite remember; you can remember vague shapes, faces, descriptions, but nothing concrete, nothing to make a clear picture. Who were they? Their names, it's on the tip of your tongue - if you could just remember the unit name, you're sure you could remember them too. . . ]
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Stop it! Just stop!
...
You, on the other hand, aren't so stable. In your haste you might not have caught it but you can definitely see now, your shoes have been stripped of that █████████ color, leaving behind nothing but white and faded shades of your burgundy. The color leeching climbs up and up, from your ankles to your knees to your torso, and you can even see the tips of your hair becoming frosted white.
It isn't just your clothes that are going: it's you.
But what does that mean, anyway? Do you know?
Who . . .
What is your name?
What do you look like?
Do you have anyone in the world that could affirm your existence?
Who are you? ]
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THE SECOND OBSTACLE
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Clematis, Wild Rose, and Hollyhock. ]
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And the path carries on. ]
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. . . It's sad, though. You're certain of that much; the pain in your chest must say as much, the hurt, the brokenness you feel - it could drive a person to tears, maybe. You wouldn't know.
The world around you is all you do know: it is sketchy, black-and-white, and you are black-and-white to match. There is nothing behind you, and there is no sound, not even from your own mouth (though you had never heard yourself before so how could you know that you were meant to hear yourself at all?).
At your side is a lantern with a blue flame, along with a few petals of flowers.
You know this: you have completed . . . something. Now that you've completed [something], you can return, back to where you belong.
But just where is that. . . . ? ]
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The creature circles around you once, twice, thrice - then it tseeeeers and begins to fly away, down the path. It seems you should follow it. ]