The room teeters away when the orb activates at Sora's touch, the white walls blurring apart, a dizzy feeling to the gut. When one recovers and the world seems to stabilize once more, one might find their location to be familiar.
The whole group who was in the room now finds themselves standing in, what was, The Elysian Fields. They appear long dead, the lush, white grass having withered away. The mysterious lights have also vanished, save a similar glowing, orb shaped distortion that floats behind them, offering a way back. In the distance the church, St. Destino, looks like it's barely standing. The nearby river has dried up, the surrounding ocean is nothing but sand and rock, stretching out as far as the eye can see.
And there it stands: the familiar domes of Paixao remain largely intact, but there are large tracks and signs of crumbling. The Paixao that stands here appears to be abandoned and in ruin.
Above the ruined city, hovers a floating castle; familiar symbols displayed on its exterior, but it's dwarfed in comparison to the heart, that almost resembles a moon, that dominates the sky. Teeming with power, its golden light makes gives everything a mid-day glow, despite the surrounding darkness.
Distant noise filters down from the sky above, the only sound in the otherwise desolate fields. It accompanies the static of power from the heart moon...
Voices.
So many different voices, but what are they saying? They ebb and flow in volume, fading into unrecognizable murmurs. But why can't you understand them?
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The whole group who was in the room now finds themselves standing in, what was, The Elysian Fields. They appear long dead, the lush, white grass having withered away. The mysterious lights have also vanished, save a similar glowing, orb shaped distortion that floats behind them, offering a way back. In the distance the church, St. Destino, looks like it's barely standing. The nearby river has dried up, the surrounding ocean is nothing but sand and rock, stretching out as far as the eye can see.
And there it stands: the familiar domes of Paixao remain largely intact, but there are large tracks and signs of crumbling. The Paixao that stands here appears to be abandoned and in ruin.
Above the ruined city, hovers a floating castle; familiar symbols displayed on its exterior, but it's dwarfed in comparison to the heart, that almost resembles a moon, that dominates the sky. Teeming with power, its golden light makes gives everything a mid-day glow, despite the surrounding darkness.
Distant noise filters down from the sky above, the only sound in the otherwise desolate fields. It accompanies the static of power from the heart moon...
Voices.
So many different voices, but what are they saying? They ebb and flow in volume, fading into unrecognizable murmurs. But why can't you understand them?