[The Figment lays a hand against the plane of crystal - the same crystal structures that make up its own body, beneath its false human exterior. The wall cracks asunder. The gap is easily big enough for the Figment to lead all of you through.
On the other side, it's like you've entered the inside of a diamond. The chamber is massive and glittering white, the walls faceted and iridescent. Inside, a great crystalline flower has bloomed. Its petals seem to be carved of amethyst. They catch the light strangely. Everything catches the light strangely in here; it turns the outlines of everything a little fuzzy. It has the same strange lonely feeling as an empty train station in the middle of the night, or an endless silent hotel hallway. You've entered a liminal space.
In the center of the flower, Dreamer Miraidon waits.
He is, in every way, identical to the Figment that led you here. He has the same sleek violet armor, the helmet removed so that you can see the same face beneath. But the way they hold themselves is different. This is the real Turo, and he is unequivocally in control here. There's an aura of power about him that's not typical of a Dreamer, a feeling of pressure. As he turns to shoot an exasperated glare at the Figment, the air around him shimmers.]
built with a heart broken from the start
On the other side, it's like you've entered the inside of a diamond. The chamber is massive and glittering white, the walls faceted and iridescent. Inside, a great crystalline flower has bloomed. Its petals seem to be carved of amethyst. They catch the light strangely. Everything catches the light strangely in here; it turns the outlines of everything a little fuzzy. It has the same strange lonely feeling as an empty train station in the middle of the night, or an endless silent hotel hallway. You've entered a liminal space.
In the center of the flower, Dreamer Miraidon waits.
He is, in every way, identical to the Figment that led you here. He has the same sleek violet armor, the helmet removed so that you can see the same face beneath. But the way they hold themselves is different. This is the real Turo, and he is unequivocally in control here. There's an aura of power about him that's not typical of a Dreamer, a feeling of pressure. As he turns to shoot an exasperated glare at the Figment, the air around him shimmers.]
There you are. I didn't tell you to go anywhere.