Gate of Memoirs/A Convenient Truce

Adopting an eldritch child seems like the least crazy thing you've done this week.
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Music: "Dark Pursuit"	Music: "Dark Pursuit"
 	
*?: *hiss!*
*?: T͟hat ͜hur̡ts!̵..̵.͜
 	
*The strange approximation of a yelp makes your skin crawl, but it's marginally less eldritch than what you heard in the false memory.
 	
*?: Okay, that's enough...
*?: *whimper*
 	
*That fragmented memory from before proved to you how deceitful this girl could be.
*There was no hiding that otherworldly cadence—one you are already so familiar with.
 	
*It's highly likely she's related to the Void and its spawn...
 	
*...but the way her victims turned to dust reminded you of another, potentially more chilling possibility.
 	
*You keep your weapon trained on her, for safety.
*Where is this place? Is this a dream?
*Or—if your hypothesis is correct—is this yet another nameless, shattered world?
 	
*?: I ͘don'͢t k̨n̨o͝w!͘
 	
*The girl snaps her teeth at you, agitated by your endless questions.
*Her skin cracks as she sulks, exposing more of that alien light from within.
*Come to think of it, hadn't the girl mimicked someone's child?
*She *did* call the dead man... something.
*And hadn't the man responded?
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*"Hy̸͠...'p͘͟a̸͠... ̴̕ę̷́a."
*Hypaea...
Music: "Devil's Heart"	Music: "Devil's Heart"
 	
*That dying gasp from the man...had been a name.
 	
*Hypaea: That's... My name?
*Hypaea: What's... yours?
 	
*Hypaea: ... Okay.
 	
*You don't know if you regret having told a little eldritch thing your name, but for now,
*having a little bit of mutual trust could save you when you're floundered light years from home.
*Hypaea seems...amiable, at least.
*A small tug on your sleeve interrupts your train of thought.
 	
*Hypaea: ?
*Hypaea: I'm, umm, hungry...
 	
*For all that you've seen, Hypaea is perhaps really just a child. 
*An alien one, but a child nonetheless.
*And now you're about to add "Interdimensional Nanny" to your long list of titles.
*For better or worse, you'll have to indulge her a little while...before you turn into her next victim.
*Your best bet now would be to find out if this is the only husk-world around.
*Out there, too, was the grim possibility there may be many more of these places out there, lost to the static wind.
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*Could this be...Where dead worlds end up?
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Music: "Where it Rains"	Music: "Where it Rains"
 	
*—Some time ago, shortly after the first feeding.
 	
*Hypaea: Mmm...
 	
*Hypaea hums happily, the light within her shifting in azure tones.
*The meal—in the shape of a human, as they were called—laid disintegrated at her feet.
*Its gaping mouth matching the hollow sockets where its eyes were.
*Suddenly, the wind stops completely, and the gray landscape arches upward in ribbons of dust.
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*The sky opens up, mirroring the cacophony below.
*All sound drowns out of the atmosphere, leaving only the thin whine of an otherworldly flute.
 	
*Before long, everything fades to white,
 	
*taking the colors with them.
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*—I've found you at last.
*—Stay as long as you like.
*—'Twould be a while before you'll be able to go anywhere, all the same.
*—For now... Sleep.