[ Perpetual night. That's intriguing. Matt's face shows a moment of recognition for people popping up among the roots of an enormous tree, almost wistfulness. While he has no nostalgia for swallowing dirt as he clawed frantically to the surface, the tree as a whole was beautiful.
His eyes narrow at the description of the strange shadows. They sound quite a lot like the things in the dream (premonition? metaphysical theme park ride?) he had on his way here. But he also can't help noticing they share some characteristics with a certain malign entity in his past.
His companion's laugh surprises him out of his reverie. He shoots her a small smile, aiming to reassure. ]
Uhh, no, I mean, that kind of stuff is known to happen. [ He pauses a moment--then adds, the phrase clumsy on his tongue, ] Where I come from, that is. Not this specific thing, but you know ... there are things that don't play by our physical rules. Or dimensional ones. So I believe you.
Do any of the locals know what's going on? What about Lady Yima?
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His eyes narrow at the description of the strange shadows. They sound quite a lot like the things in the dream (premonition? metaphysical theme park ride?) he had on his way here. But he also can't help noticing they share some characteristics with a certain malign entity in his past.
His companion's laugh surprises him out of his reverie. He shoots her a small smile, aiming to reassure. ]
Uhh, no, I mean, that kind of stuff is known to happen. [ He pauses a moment--then adds, the phrase clumsy on his tongue, ] Where I come from, that is. Not this specific thing, but you know ... there are things that don't play by our physical rules. Or dimensional ones. So I believe you.
Do any of the locals know what's going on? What about Lady Yima?