[ Petals of purple and gray circle and dance around Phil as he steps in, the warmth of the late spring breeze rejoicing in his presence.
Soon, there is nothing in this world besides him, the breeze, and the vortex of flowers that whirl around him. Petals flutter from the swirl, breaking free, and before his very eyes they take the shape of not one, but two people.
One stands tall with a large shadow behind them, but their demeanor is gentle and kind and brimming with curiosity. The other seems to change form, back and forth, as though it's unsure how to present itself; it feels elusive, nevertheless.
And just as soon as the vision begins, it fades away. Phil now stands where he was before. ]
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Soon, there is nothing in this world besides him, the breeze, and the vortex of flowers that whirl around him. Petals flutter from the swirl, breaking free, and before his very eyes they take the shape of not one, but two people.
One stands tall with a large shadow behind them, but their demeanor is gentle and kind and brimming with curiosity. The other seems to change form, back and forth, as though it's unsure how to present itself; it feels elusive, nevertheless.
And just as soon as the vision begins, it fades away. Phil now stands where he was before. ]