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12-24-2023, 11:16 PM
You step out ahead, holding the door for Cabinetta behind you. A little crack of appreciation across her face, though she remains fairly quiet for now.
It’s clear there’s a melancholy to her, she’s been trying to avoid letting linger to now.
You walk up to the staff, friendly little guys. They’re here to help, as a theme park would imply.
Spiral: If you’ve got any ideas, let me in.
Spiral: Don’t want to end things on a bad note.
The Mascots whisper amongst themselves before looking back to you, making direct eye contact.
You can head a voice echo in your head, its tones prompting you to keep your vision locked naturally.
???: You were once a witch, and this world is your station.
???: Though you forgot the spells you’ve cast, the rest of your mind does not.
???: While you are locked, there’s a frequency, a means to wow with magical arts.
???: A surprise with a gift may be what you need, to ease the kind fungi’s mind.
Spiral: I thought she wasn’-
???: She lied. It’s not very flattering to be called a mushroom.
Spiral: I mean it’s cute in a way…
Spiral: Are you talking or-
???: I’m more of a interface, a very responsive one.
???: Your bench in a way.
You find yourself with a signal and blank vouchers.
One that links you to every other witch and every pact they’ve sealed.
Beyond the short life you’ve lived so far.
Beyond what memories of before you’ve tapped into.
You recognize you’re in here because of a deal with someone you should not know.
And it’s only fair that further bargains gain you your freedom.
Whatever your past life did you trap you here, they certainly had a backup plan.
Spiral: Is this safe?
???: For now, yes.
???: You have free gifts to redeem. Effectively a blank check to bend the world you are currently in.
???: Give me a name, any name.
Spira: A-
???: Before you say anything, I mean any name.
???: Anyone who has ever touched the print of a witch, whether you knew them or not.
???: Whether you should know them or not.
???: And you will have their guidance and blessing soon enough.
It’s clear there’s a melancholy to her, she’s been trying to avoid letting linger to now.
You walk up to the staff, friendly little guys. They’re here to help, as a theme park would imply.
Spiral: If you’ve got any ideas, let me in.
Spiral: Don’t want to end things on a bad note.
The Mascots whisper amongst themselves before looking back to you, making direct eye contact.
You can head a voice echo in your head, its tones prompting you to keep your vision locked naturally.
???: You were once a witch, and this world is your station.
???: Though you forgot the spells you’ve cast, the rest of your mind does not.
???: While you are locked, there’s a frequency, a means to wow with magical arts.
???: A surprise with a gift may be what you need, to ease the kind fungi’s mind.
Spiral: I thought she wasn’-
???: She lied. It’s not very flattering to be called a mushroom.
Spiral: I mean it’s cute in a way…
Spiral: Are you talking or-
???: I’m more of a interface, a very responsive one.
???: Your bench in a way.
You find yourself with a signal and blank vouchers.
One that links you to every other witch and every pact they’ve sealed.
Beyond the short life you’ve lived so far.
Beyond what memories of before you’ve tapped into.
You recognize you’re in here because of a deal with someone you should not know.
And it’s only fair that further bargains gain you your freedom.
Whatever your past life did you trap you here, they certainly had a backup plan.
Spiral: Is this safe?
???: For now, yes.
???: You have free gifts to redeem. Effectively a blank check to bend the world you are currently in.
???: Give me a name, any name.
Spira: A-
???: Before you say anything, I mean any name.
???: Anyone who has ever touched the print of a witch, whether you knew them or not.
???: Whether you should know them or not.
???: And you will have their guidance and blessing soon enough.
