Gate of Memoirs/Flow

To listen, and to remember that memories flow--sometimes between minds.
Dialogue
I was here...all along...—Crushed scrap note
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Music: "Source Hall"	Music: "Source Hall"
 	
*Like the empty static of that space you find yourself constantly visiting, this place stirs with an unnatural stillness.
 	
*You imagine Giselle would have to write an entire book on her many odd magicks after this is all over.
 	
*The Queen runs her hollow gaze over you, and you feel part of your soul wither at its intensity.
 	
*You glance at her adversary: a pale-haired woman in metallic clothing, haughtily aloft through mechanic magic.
 	
*The serpentine creature you saved—composed of some manner of living liquid—seemed only a little worse for wear.
*But when it comes to the Queen, you do not doubt the extent of her abilities in destroying even amorphous beings.
 	
*Inara: Call an entire army if you wish, witch. I am not afraid.
 	
*S'eljah: Army? Foolish assumption.
 	
*S'eljah: Nevertheless, every pawn has its place.
*S'eljah: This misbehaving Hound, for instance, has far overstepped its boundaries.
 	
*Giselle abruptly crumples to a knee, her face twisted in shock.
*The static grows deafening, but before you can rush to her aid,
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*darkness floods your senses, and drowns your vision entirely.
*With what little light remains, you see the Queen reaching for your friend,
*while the serpent-woman collapses to the floor from the same withering force.
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "A God"	Music: "A God"
 	
*You return here once more, the place where your memories were first unravelled for you.
*Visions of allies from Athensphere, from Elysia...
 	
*And among the phantoms, that Great Sage of Aimyhr, who seems more a half-remembered anecdote.
 	
*In her pained eyes you glimpse a man—this one, at least, you remember interacting with.
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*These shores, ringing with the echoes of the dead, seems familiar.
*Not Eyinhel, but an older memory...
*You might have been here before—not in person, perhaps, but present all the same.
 	
*Serpent-Caller: You...
*You snap out of your reverie, and see the woman from before framed against the darkening pall of the endless ocean.
*Serpent-Caller: Who are you?
 	
*Before she gives you a chance to reply, you note the serpent coiling low to strike.
*No place for words, then.
 	
*Serpent-Caller: Enough of this. Why are you still here? To torment me?
 	
*Serpent-Caller: Sero-Anya!
 	
*You deflect the unprovoked attack, but everything seems to come together in that instant.
*The Queen's mastery of spaces such as these seem to draw from her targets.
*In your case, you're seeing things you don't fully recall...
*...Like how Kyria seemed adamant that you were the very same Summoner she once knew.
*Your memory must have stirred something in her—the one she calls Sero-Anya.
 	
*And now you face this woman before you, whose name and mannerism evokes that of another...
 	
*Whose face now contorts in rage, in the exact same way.
*Serpent-Caller: Tsovinar's burdens are not mine to bear.
*Serpent-Caller: Get OUT of my head.