[Malice and Ahito fit their pieces into the crystal, fitting in near seamlessly. There's some minor chipping and pitting around the crack, from whatever broke it in the first place, but the gaps are filled enough that the image on it is complete.
A brilliant light is released from the crystal, sweeping through the room. The cloth doll that Lazuli gave Ahito crumbles into dust, drifting away with the wind that follows the light, but... everyone in the room remains unscathed by whatever it was released by them putting the pieces back together. It didn't feel cursed, but what just happened doesn't feel quite like magic, either? Or... at least not the magic they're used to.
It's abnormalities on top of abnormalities, but the crystalline mirror lays there, immovable but completed, and outside the room they stand in they can hear the sounds of something moving. Something large and lumbering, bellowing in what sounds like pain, and stepping outside will show the landscape has entirely changed again. Trees with purple leaves surround them, some knocked over by a sickly white beast that seems almost incomprehensibly large, but there are places that seem like they belong to somewhere else entirely, white stone paving bits of the ground that seem entirely incongruent with the nature around them. Parts of the sky seem to be on fire, blazing meteors falling in areas so localized it's barely a threat. On the horizon tall buildings loom, as well as a spire of jagged crystal... Several pieces of different worlds, of different times, stitched together in a place where dreams come to life and trap people in their thrall.
These are not dreams, though, Not entirely. These are fragments of memories, someone's past on display right in front of them. Whose memories, then?
The answer is close, as it feels like the spire in the distance is calling to them.]
PUZZLE SOLVED...?
A brilliant light is released from the crystal, sweeping through the room. The cloth doll that Lazuli gave Ahito crumbles into dust, drifting away with the wind that follows the light, but... everyone in the room remains unscathed by whatever it was released by them putting the pieces back together. It didn't feel cursed, but what just happened doesn't feel quite like magic, either? Or... at least not the magic they're used to.
It's abnormalities on top of abnormalities, but the crystalline mirror lays there, immovable but completed, and outside the room they stand in they can hear the sounds of something moving. Something large and lumbering, bellowing in what sounds like pain, and stepping outside will show the landscape has entirely changed again. Trees with purple leaves surround them, some knocked over by a sickly white beast that seems almost incomprehensibly large, but there are places that seem like they belong to somewhere else entirely, white stone paving bits of the ground that seem entirely incongruent with the nature around them. Parts of the sky seem to be on fire, blazing meteors falling in areas so localized it's barely a threat. On the horizon tall buildings loom, as well as a spire of jagged crystal... Several pieces of different worlds, of different times, stitched together in a place where dreams come to life and trap people in their thrall.
These are not dreams, though, Not entirely. These are fragments of memories, someone's past on display right in front of them. Whose memories, then?
The answer is close, as it feels like the spire in the distance is calling to them.]