[001] → the house

[candyviolets.livejournal.com]

You're aware of a deep, chilling darkness that surrounds you. You're in an unfamiliar basement, and there's a terrible potpourri of dust and formaldehyde that creates the stench of the dank place. There's something like a whisper in your ear, voices speaking in undertones that you can't hear, even though there's really no one there with you. A chill runs up your spine, as if a wind has come through, but the air is still, and the silence all around hangs heavy.

Amid musty boxes, a claw-footed tub, and numerous other things, there stands a girl. She's dressed fairly typically for a girl her age in the 21st century, and for one who is trying to set herself apart. The teenager stands, staring off into the shadows of the room, holding her arms as if she's cold.

"Why am I... here?"

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[existwithoutme.livejournal.com]

"Don't you have the imagination to dream of things you've never seen before?"

Kuja admittedly doesn't know a great deal about dreams, however, not having had very many of his own before.

"Or can your mind only produce those things it already knows?" He shrugs. "Regardless, my own dreams, too, have changed, of late." From shadows into something more vivid. "As far as I was aware, it was my dream, but you claim it as your own. I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt, as I'd be unlikely to dream of something so prosaic as your basement. Perhaps it is something that affects us both, as different as we may be."