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You’re in the basement of a cabin. And outside of that cabin is a path in the woods.
When you were told to enter the cabin and slay a princess, you did so without hesitation or remorse. But all you received in turn was an eternity in an endless void.
You slew yourself and left the void, and you found the Princess again, now a cold Spectre. She demanded to enter your body to escape her prison, and you let her in, perhaps out of fear, perhaps out of guilt.
When she entered, you seized the opportunity and slew her again, slaying yourself in the process. You came back, now a spectator in her body, watching yourself plot to kill her. As your body did the deed, you were pulled back inside it, and you began to cut the Princess free, until...
The Princess
Oh. I… felt that. You’re back!
Menace permeates the hollow eyes in front of you.
The Princess
…Oh no you’re back!
Sorry girlie, but we’re seeing this through!
The monster in front of you pulls the blade back and drives it into your heart.
You are torn between two places.
The Princess
Don’t leave me!
You are power and you are weakness. You are hope and you are despair. You are acceptance and you are rejection.
You are the canvas and you are the painter.
You are the victim and you are the victimizer. You are life and you are death. The Hero and the Princess. The Princess and the Dragon.
Voice of the Hero
Don’t let us die here.
You slam the door in your own face.
The Narrator
Don’t let everything die here. You have to end this.
His words are empty. Hollow echoes. The ravings of a ghost.
The Narrator
Please.
But He is already gone. The threads all tie themselves together into a loop that does not end.
The Princess
We’re back together again!
You look at your hands, tattered and stained in memories.
Voice of the Hero
Maybe. Why were we fighting each other?
The Princess
I don't know.
Voice of the Cold
We needed something to do.
The Princess
Then I guess we need something to do again.
Voice of the Opportunist
To new beginnings!
The Princess
I didn’t think being together would feel so… cold. It shouldn’t feel like this. It didn’t before.
There is a distant rumbling, a sound of many sounds. Undulations pulse louder as something Other comes close.
Feelers probe across the fabric of reality. Extremities find her consciousness and wrap around it. You can feel her fear and pain as they try to pull her away from you.
Resistance. Her soul will not separate from yours.
Anger. ‘This vessel is shaped like me, but she is tangled and confused. Something binds you and her together. I do not know what is you and what is her.’
Determination. ‘This vessel must be made part of me, and it must be separated from you.’
You feel a pain like no other as your soul and hers are torn apart.
It's not.
Everything goes dark, and you die.