Gate of Memoirs/Fragmented Memories

Walking interminably through the wasteland of your own mind, fragments of the past lay before you...
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Music: "A God"	Music: "A God"
 	
*"Sleep well."
*That was the last thing you heard before you lost consciousness in that strange reflection of Athensphere.
 	
*The one where a sworn enemy was somehow tolerable, and where his smile lacked malice, only arrogance.
 	
*Where you faced off against a former ally, forced to stand on opposite sides of the line.
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*Nothing made sense. Least of all the echoes in the wind that sounded like fragments of whispers.
*Where was this?
*You hope to every god, demon, and being out there that you aren't already consigned to a fate in a dusty oblivion.
*Like...Athensphere. Or Orebus.
*You walk for what seems like years before a presence on the far edge jolts you.
*As you look at the space between the two of you, you realize you're standing in the ashes of stars.
*Of melted husks and crumbling shells. The crushed remains of minds. Lives. Souls.
 	
*The Queen turns, then, and in a blink she is closer, suspended in the space above.
*Looking down upon you with mild curiosity as one might observe a delicate little creature.
*The Queen: . I've been waiting.
 	
*Her—her?—voice sends an empty thrill down your spine. A jolt of something unbelievably foreign and cold.
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*Your memories unravel before you, and manifest as ghostly shadows of allies and friends.
 	
*The Queen waves her hand, a quirk playing on her lips.
*The Queen: Indulge me, if you will.
*The Queen: I am ever so curious what you keep there in your head.
*The Queen: What it *means* to you.