esperkin: (D<)
[ there are sounds of laboured breathing ]

U... ugh w-what did he...

[ something drops on the ground. the journal? terra herself? ]

Wh-when did I...?

No... No! I -- I can't! Not now I -- !

Ye-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

[ the scream is human at first -- then ever so slightly -- shifts into what seems quite animalistc.

as it stops -- there is silence.

the transmission eventually times out. ]


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Wh... Where is this?? What is this -- weird thing they've given me, too? I've never seen something like this before -- am I broadcasting or something? How did I even get here? One minute I was on the airship with everyone, and then...

... I don't know what to do.

Is anyone out there? Am I anywhere close to Narshe? Or maybe even Figaro? I...

Everything here is so unfamiliar... I don't like it.

And what are those domes all about?

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