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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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[A firefly comes towards Cyril and, as if drawn to it, he opens his palm and allows it to rest in his palm.

"What should I do?" A young Cyril asks as he stands in front of two covered sheets which obviously hide two bodies of soldiers. He falls to his knees, unable to process what he should do with his life now. The young boy cries his eyes out. "Ma, Pops..." He weeps. He should have expected it. They were soldiers and it was only a matter of time before the day came for them to leave him. But he didn't think he would do it so soon. Just then, a solider comes up from behind him. He places a hand on his shoulder and gives it a small squeeze.

"Get revenge." He says. And it does not take him long to understand what he means. The memory then shifts, and Cyril is clad in battle armor all too big for him. Soldiers from House Goneril hold on tightly to his arm as they begin dragging him away along with others. The fight eventually disappears as if finally accepting his fate.

The memory then eventually fades and the now older Cyril sighs.]

It's been far too long since I thought about that.