[ She blinks at him. Paradise-- yes, that's right. Their worlds hold a common root language of sort, by coincidence. Fertile, radiant, and with an uncanny peacefulness to it that can placate and lull another into contentedness, this place is a paradise. ] I suppose... it really is like a dream.
[ Alrest, her world, is dying. But Elysium could hold everyone there, should the people find a way to it. Back to it, she should say. They were once here... Or. She thinks they maybe were here at one point. It's difficult to say. Her memories of this place feel disjointed, as if they'd been spliced in by... Well, it doesn't matter.
This place as it is, she's known for a while. It's been her home for a long time, the place she frequented most in this realm while she had been sealed.
Her hand, opposite of him, runs over the grass beside her, feeling their waxy facets comb beneath her fingers. ] I'm glad you like it. It's been our home for centuries.
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[ Alrest, her world, is dying. But Elysium could hold everyone there, should the people find a way to it. Back to it, she should say. They were once here... Or. She thinks they maybe were here at one point. It's difficult to say. Her memories of this place feel disjointed, as if they'd been spliced in by... Well, it doesn't matter.
This place as it is, she's known for a while. It's been her home for a long time, the place she frequented most in this realm while she had been sealed.
Her hand, opposite of him, runs over the grass beside her, feeling their waxy facets comb beneath her fingers. ] I'm glad you like it. It's been our home for centuries.