The sky darkens, though you sense that there’s no passage of time here.
A blue cast befalls the forest, newly quiet. The air warms and, as your eyes adjust, bioluminescent plants emerge from the chamber’s far nooks, faintly glowing.
Cascading memories seem to flit through the water more quickly when your focus is elsewhere.
[ Recall a song from your parallel world ] —
The running fountain, now periwinkle, asks you a question:
If you could store any emotion in a bottle, what would it be?
I am new here and am so inspired and fascinated by what you are doing with your stack! Brilliant. I love it.