A familiar temple, bound in by snow, a shimmering island visible across the sea.A palace with a spiraling stair, full of statues of angels and demons, the path draining leading down, down to an awful set of dungeons.Sunset. Off a coast that looks remarkably like what the beach he'd flown over had turned into.
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the green hair smells like. Very Magic. a total stranger. not human, but not completely inhuman, either.
the crystals...
...are memories of Gaia.