Gate of Memoirs/Cryptic Colors

If you start to hear colors, you can safely assume you've completely lost it.
"In demesnes of old the wild things growCrumbling in the wakesof the white shadow—Devour and be well."—Fragmented note
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Music: "A God"	Music: "A God"
 	
*After a long trek, you find yourself in some sort of cavernous space, away from the endless gray.
*There are no voices here—no whispered static in the brume.
*Despite your best efforts, no one answers, whether in voice or in mind,
*and you start to fear you've really been left for dead in this world between.
*Your only source of solace is Aoife's necklace, still resting in your pocket.
*Though hardly a conversation partner, its presence sets you at ease.
**crunch*
*You freeze in your tracks and lift your boot gingerly, expecting bones...or worse.
*The tiny glimmer, however, belongs to a shard. Some sort of crystal.
*Its hollow body makes it worthless as a mineral, but the glow seemed familiar...
*A small hope blossoms in your chest as you recall Giselle's ritual.
*While you can't be sure of the exact steps, 
*several hours' worth of poring over esoteric studies has given you at least a layman's knowledge.
*You hastily scoop up the little object, but out of the darkness, a faint tinkling catches your attention.
*It occurs to you that you might not be alone.
*You brace yourself for the worst, and then—
*A small blur flits between the stalagmites, leaving a streak of blue in its wake.
 	
*A human? No, humanoid...
*The shadow comes to a stop before you, and soon, the entire cavern scintillates in a kaleidoscope of colors.
*How? How is it possible that colors can be unnameable?
 	
*You try to draw your weapon, but find yourself rooted to the spot, and the ground comes rushing up towards you.
 	
*The white shadow peers down at you, and you think you see a face.
Portrait	Dialogue
 	
*Something about that childish smile contrasts terribly with an unshakable sense of dread.
*Almost like you were there when it first fell from the stars.
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Devil's Heart"	Music: "Devil's Heart"
 	
*—A fragment of another's memory.
*A smoking crater is all that's left of the heavensent fury that came ripping out of the night sky.
*Peering into the darkness, the man sets down his sputtering oil lamp and lays himself flat against the scorched earth.
*There is a sound coming from the underbrush—like a muffled cry or a sniffle of some small creature.
*Perhaps a dying animal.
*He gets up to leave, but not before his scuffed boots kick something in the disturbed ground.
*The distinctive crack of a mineral exposes a small pop of light, and the man utters a choked gasp.
*You hold your breath as the man kneels to examine the object,
*and as the man startles, so do you.
Music: "Source Hall" 	Music: "Source Hall"
 	
*The colors are...wrong.
*They're all *wrong*.
*Just like—
 	
*You cannot find words for what you see after—
*Only the maddening crackle of something between the trees fills your ears as the man runs screaming into the night.