[Your consciousness drifts in to the sound of discordant whispers. It sounds like a hushed argument in another room, something you can't quite catch. You're cold. Your skin tingles slightly, and then...]
[You apparently. The further you go the colder you get, the more tired. You think you hear whispering from somewhere, a faint unintelligible, mocking laughter. Your footsteps click sharply on the floor.]
[As you keep going, the fog gets thicker. You might notice there are less trees, and the ones there are are rotted, falling apart and disintegrating. You feel an unpleasant prickling in your fingers.]
[Poor Sion. It's a nice castle, but it looks like of fuzzy on the details, like a picture made by someone who hasn't seen it many times. The front doors are locked but the servant's entrance to the side is open.]
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[He crosses his arms and hunches over and keeps walking.]
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[Okay what. Kind of cracks. Are they bleeding? Or just weird cracked stone bullshit.]
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Also, it seems to be coming from your reflection on the ground, which is one big mirror.]
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[Shit shit shit shit shit abort.]
[He turns and runs back the opposite way. No mirrors. No freaky reflections laughing at him in that voice. No.]
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