clouds came and covered the sun

[hairpining]

[You find yourself in a small, quaint little town. The architecture has a notably late-1800s bent to it, in contrast to the clean, crisp air you breathe – combined with a faint, flowery scent – it's almost as though it is not industrialized at all.

Which would be easy enough to believe. After all, there do not seem to be any people out other than you and your fellow spelunkers – in spite of the occasional whisper you might hear. Hushed and impossible to actually make out.

Far in the distance lies a towering building, similar in shape to a fairytale castle.]

(Castle Town | Atelier | Smithy | Castle Town Revisited |
Painting the Roses Red | The Golden Afternoon | Castle Corridor |
The Library of Babel | The Girl Without Hands | The Garden of Paradise | The White Bride and the Black One |
The Princess Sleeping in the Glass Coffin)

((BGM entirely for ~atmospheric~ and ~stylistic~ purposes and personal reference, feel free to listen if you want to!))

Comments

[hairpining]

I have always been alive!

[provocate]

But you're only a doll, my dear.

[hairpine]

I am alive!

[provocate]

But... [...]

How?

[hairpine]

How are you alive?

[provocate]

[...lsdjf no don't ask a nihilist that ffff he actually has to pause for a good... long moment here. But... no, it's different shut up!!]

I'm made of flesh and blood, dear.

[hairpine]

I'm made of things too!

[provocate]

[hhhhh]

What kinds of things.

[hairpine]

Porcelain and plastic.

[provocate]

Nonliving things, then.

[hairpine]

I am alive.

[provocate]

[...omg!!! Fine fine another impossible human thing he's got it )<]

As you please, dear.