[Heart Game - Ed, Maya, Roxy]

[carptricks]

[It's dark. You're trying to move forward, but it feels like your limbs are weighed down by chains and shackles. Still, you push. You push and you pull and those chains are pulled taut and strained until suddenly--]

[Something snaps]

[You tumble forward, wind blowing past your face, until you lose awareness of anything around you. . .]

((another run ran concurrent to this one here))

Comments

[soulping]

[another memory! seems like these portraits are memory central]

[feytality]

[she's just gonna touch all of them so copy pasta ALL OF THE THINGS Styx]

[soulping]

[ALL]

[OF]

[THE]

[MEMORIES]

[the compass doesn't impart any memories at all tho]