Gate of Memoirs/Dust to Dust

Sometimes, you're not the only one in pursuit.
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Music: "Nothingness"	Music: "Nothingness"
 	
*The memory of Athensphere dissolves back into the chaos, but Giselle remains stalwart.
 	
*Giselle: Killing me won't achieve anything.
*Giselle: I'm trying to help!
*Giselle: If is being held prisoner, you can't hope to do anything against *her*!
*Giselle: Do you think I would so willingly run here just to be torn to shreds for your entertainment?
 	
*Kranus pauses abruptly, and its enormous clawed hands seem to falter.
 	
*Taking a deep breath, Giselle continues.
*Giselle: Look, you're my last bet.
*Giselle: I know what's coming. At least I think I do.
 	
*Giselle: You— You're different from the rest.
*Giselle: You're not bound to your Cycle, and knows it.
*Giselle: For better or worse you were free to begin with, thanks to that madman.
*Giselle: And that means you can do something about this!
*Giselle: You can prevent from—
 	
*Kranus: ...!
 	
*Giselle: ?!
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*The last thing Giselle remembers is a rush of light and sound,
*and the quiet whine of an alien creature faced with the interminable Void.
*—...
*—Wherever you are...
*—Please, you have to...
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Devil's Heart"	Music: "Devil's Heart"
 	
*You wake up disoriented, fumbling around for a handhold.
*There should be an empty chair next to you—
*Wait. This isn't the Orebus Special Inquiry.
*In fact, this doesn't seem to be Grand Gaia at all.
*You stand, and the landscape looks both familiar and alien to you at once.
*Almost like a mix between your prophetic dreams and where you first contacted—
*Hakuzo!
 	
*Where's that smooth-talking fox?
 	
*He didn't trick you, did he?
*You concentrate inwardly, feeling nothing more than a mild headache.
*No good. It's gone— The mental connection was gone.
*You shove your hands into your pockets in a fit of frustration.
*The necklace Aoife had you keep provided some vague reassurance that Eyinhel was no fever dream.
*You had to admit you don't know a thing about planar travel.
*Getting thrown every which way by forces outside your control was frankly getting old.
*Left without a single source of guidance for the first time, you brace yourself for the undoubtedly long journey ahead.
*You wonder if the dream will be long...or merciful.
*If indeed it is a dream at all...
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*... ...
 	
*?: *yawn*
*Stretching out its petite body, a fresh wave of cracks spiderwebs across its limbs before sealing back together.
 	
*The distant shuffling of dust makes the entity perk up.
 	
*?: !?
*?: ...!
Portrait	Dialogue
 	
*?: ...Something...
*?: Edible?