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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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Hey, Marianne!

[Ah, now here's a pleasant surprise! Marianne's looking to be in a pretty good mood, despite the fireflies, though Claude has a pretty good guess as to why considering where she'd come out from.]

Just checking things out. How's Dorte? See any horse memories in there?

[Okay he's actually a little curious now if the fireflies work on animals too.

Around them, the fog forms into a memory-- funnily enough, taking place at Garreg Mach. The Golden Deer, sans Claude and Professor Byleth, gathered together before the march on Enbarr. The conversation is a lot of their usual banter, but there's a part that sticks out to Claude, something he's sure he's never heard anyone say anything like about or to him before.

"They're like the wind and the trees..."

"Huh? Claude and the professor are? What does that even mean, and who is which?"

"Oh, um... I was just thinking that if we're the birds, then those two are like the trees and the wind. The professor is a great tree that kindly embraces us and watches over us as we perch on its branches.. And Claude is like the wind, pushing us forward as we soar across the open sky..."

Claude stares, stunned speechless. It's a good thing only Marianne is here to witness such a rare and embarrassing moment.

"Hm. The metaphor about the professor is solid, but I think Claude just blows us around on a whim."

And there's Hilda, bringing him back down to earth even through someone else's memory. It breaks him out of his silence and he tries to play it off, rubbing the back of his neck with a soft laugh, though he's still pretty clearly touched by Marianne's words.]

You... really think that about me?