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The Dreamer In The Grand Temple
Humanity Foundation Value: ????

What has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again;
there is nothing new under the sun.

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fujimaru

It's a red poppy in full bloom, somehow unbruised and uncrushed despite being buried amidst the broken pieces.

This, too, triggers a memory:

You see a young woman, wreathed in flames, weeping beside the giant, broken body of her lover. Her grief is something older and more piercing than you can understand, the immortal mourning for a mortal. Regret is the weight of millenia, born down upon her shoulders, an emptiness where love once existed and has been taken away.

From:

rugpull

[the struggle between feeling sorry for this woman but also

man lookit her titties]

I'm looking respectfully in your trying times.

From:

fujimaru

Yeah her outfit is kind of like that.

There is the sense, though, as the scene fades, of something like... hope? Something that might actually turn out for the better? There's the glimpse of a lakeside camp ground, there and gone, and then it's just a flower in his hands.

From:

rugpull

[tucking his flower into his shirt, then trying the door]

From:

fujimaru

The door appears to be an ornate wooden door, carved with hanzi characters that are faded and worn, perhaps too rough to be read even by someone familiar with the language.

He can get the door partway open before it hits on something on the other side, which is too heavy to push over.

From:

rugpull

[trying to peek through]

Hello~?

From:

fujimaru

Through what he can see, there just appears to be... void space. Sheer nothingness. It's completely black, but looking at it too long might make him queasy; it's like the mind is trying to assume something is there, when there is nothing. There's no indication of what is blocking the door, only that there's something truly empty behind it.

From:

rugpull

. . .

[tosses a piece of rubble in]

From:

fujimaru

As soon as it passes into the door, it simply vanishes--one second there, and the next gone, like it never existed in the first place.

From:

rugpull

[...huh

should i stick my head--hell no.

going to check door #1 now]

From:

fujimaru

The door here appears to be more ornate in design. (Russian-flavored, if there is any sort of equivalent in his canon.) Amongst the rubble, there is the gleam of something bone-white, instead of the dusty gray of ruined marble.

From:

rugpull

[karina farek voice: THE BONE GAME???

going to grab for the potential bone]

From:

fujimaru

It appears to be a fang of some sort! A wolf's fang, if he recognizes it.

That, too, is a memory: You see young man, looking so, so tired. You want so much to reach out to him, to help him when it looks like a strong breeze might knock him right over, but you know that he will certainly reject it. Regret is a knife in the back, a wolf's lonely howl in the distance.

From:

rugpull

Why is everyone sad and attractive here?!

[trying THIS door now!!11]

From:

fujimaru

Because most of Ritsuka's cast is unfortunately hot,

The door has the same issue as the other one he tried: it catches on something unseen, a yawning void just behind it.

From:

rugpull

[fuck it

STICKS HAND IN]

From:

fujimaru

RUGGIE PLEASE,

For a second, nothing happens!

And then, slowly, he can feel his hand dissolving. It's an oddly painless sensation? If he's looking at it, he can see that it's mostly like his fingers are fading into glittering particles, blowing away in some unseen wind. There's no blood, no exposed muscle or bone... despite the effect, it's more like someone has just taken a giant eraser to him and is slowly scrubbing the existence of his hand away.

From:

rugpull

[YOINKS HAND BACK]

From:

fujimaru

UNFORTUNATELY, HE IS STILL MINUS SOME OF HIS FINGERTIPS EVEN AFTER THAT.

But hey, at least it's not spreading!

From:

rugpull

...enh s'fine.

[gets up to check another door. 2?]

From:

fujimaru

Door two's design appears to be Scandinavian in style, with a fairly large gemstone sitting atop the rubble... but it's cracked badly, just barely still in one piece.

From:

rugpull

[GEM]

From:

fujimaru

It's a pretty big one! Despite the damage.

But like before-- You see a young woman, one hand pressed to her eye. She looks so lonely, watching someone that you know she is too afraid to speak to, strangled in the expectations of her role. Regret is a sharp pain in one eye, the scent of water and flowers as she sinks below the surface.

From:

rugpull

Geez....

[is there anywhere good all these items he's gathering can GO?]

From:

fujimaru

Each of the statues has a small depression at its base. They're empty for all seven, broken and unbroken, though on closer inspection, he can see that the three intact statues are simply round and empty, but the four broken have more specific shapes to them.

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