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A mist settles in over the monastery.

Is it morning? Night? Who can say? Today, the day feels endless. The sun is nowhere to be seen — or had it been at all? Instead, a curious green glow engulfs Garreg Mach, like an eternal twilight settling in. Time seems to be paused almost, though the wildlife in and around the area continues to act as though nothing is wrong. As though this is perfectly normal. As though it is natural for the skies to be dark, with not a single star in sight, and for the sun to be forgotten in the mist that lingers. The paths are at least lit by small orbs of light, fireflies flitting about.

However, should one come into contact with one of those fireflies, a memory of the past will be projected for all in the close vicinity to see. Joyous occasions, tragic events — they don't seem to discern one way or another. Perhaps it would be best to watch your step for now, though.

Of course, after lingering for about a day, the strange ambience will fade into what appears to be a normal night at Garreg Mach. It's as if nothing had happened at all. Did it? Or was it all simply a shared hallucination?

[ ● MEMSHARE POST. Coming into contact with the fireflies will share a memory of your character's with those around them. You can top-level with a memory to start out or have people tag you and determine it then, whatever. I don't make the rules (except I do and I say yolo). Have fun with it!
● Open posts like this one are flipping to a two week schedule instead of a weekly one.
● Because of the above, the last bit is there for people who'd maybe like to play out aftermath threads later on but don't want to wait for a new post or make a new one.
● Settings have been slightly updated. ]

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( His skin burned under his uniform, felt as if every scar was a fresh wound that threatened to rip the life from him. Still, that sort of pain felt like nothing compared to the too vivid sight of his fallen loved ones. Tears burned at the corner of Dimitri's eyes, and he forced himself to breathe, to remind himself that it had been years since that incident. There was no danger now, no one else to be ripped from his life in such a vicious and violent way.

Still, another sound threatened to spill from his lips. Not a sob, but a shout, an angry sound of pain and misery. But he managed to stop it, if just barely. Even as the memory faded, he could still hear the voices of his loved ones as he often did.

He wasn't aware of anyone else nearby until he felt the hand on his shoulder. It broke Dimitri out of his thoughts, and reflexively, he lifted one hand as if he were going to push the one on his shoulder away. He looked up before he could do so, seeing Felix there. And despite knowing there was likely no comfort to be found there, he wrapped his fingers around Felix's forearm, squeezing briefly as his gaze dropped back to the ground. )

I'm sorry, Felix. ( He managed, voice surprisingly even as he closed his eyes against the sting of tears.

He was sorry for Glenn. Sorry for being the one to survive when there were so many others who should have instead. He was sorry for this moment now - for losing his composure, for latching onto the last person he thought would ever truly want to comfort him. )

[Felix shook his head, but unsure of whether Dimitri could see him, he exhaled and spoke.]

Don't apologize.

[His hand gripped Dimitri's shoulder in what Felix hoped to be a reassuring squeeze, though he wouldn't fault this younger Dimitri for thinking otherwise.

None of this is his fault. Not their deaths, nor this unfortunate firsthand account Felix had to witness.]