[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 get rid of he paint splashes, and the people look like who they were again. But when you do, the lamps start flickering, not quite going out, but unsteady. The images seem blurry regardless of your efforts.]
[Up the stairs is a familiar hallway -- a residential part of the palace, where some of your siblings used to live. But the doorways all seem painted on, insignificant and forgotten, except, of course, Ariel's. Or you could go back.]
[It is not Ariel's room anymore, inside. But you can tell from the walls and the layout that it was. If this place existed, the first time around, he never mentioned it to you.]
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