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Join me in the Fields of Meatlysium
Our Lovely Guide: Cool. The vibe is like this. The structures are white and they will find plenty of places to sit… The arches, structures, and pillars at most depict through murals a cycle of only happiness. There are people around, but they’re engaged with their classes where they do repeated movements (like tai chi), meditate, or take enlightened naps. Even if they’re not partaking in a class and they’re simply enjoying touch grass time, they don’t stop them from collecting anything from the fields.
There are statutes (similar to this) of a figure tall, limbs long and thin, with a silhouette that billows like silk. A large ring is set behind them, like a halo, but it’s wavy (yes, like this).. There are also statues of multiple followers (similar to this), more humanoid-like with discerning features like a face, reaching to a lotus flower. There are a number of hands that pull apart the flower, or is it piecing it together? The trees are a mix of actual trees and trees whose leaves are made of pink clouds that take the shape of followers in prayer.
The flowers smell as flowers do, so maybe they do smell like the flowers from Verdure. They smell more like the aroma found in the Eudora recently, catered to individual preference. Unfortunately, a lot of these flowers look familiar or they look very wild, so it’s hard to know which are natural or hybrids. None of the flowers curse them or anyone with an effect.
When Sidon uses his scrap item, though, he will still see the beautiful flower fields, but the soil is… Squishier… Fleshier… It's a very familiar feeling to his fish toes. What he does see are the pink cloud trees that once formed the shape of followers praying manifest bows. They ready their arrows and point at him, but the clarity effect doesn’t last long enough to see them fire. Back to peaceful times. No one else sees this except for Sidon.
Past this flavor, though, the group will find that there is plenty of wildlife among the fields. There are many insects meant to be pollinators! They’re very cute and don’t hurt anyone. Not that many mammals here, but there are large beasts (like this) to be found. When Rosamund tries to talk to… The insects, she will get the sense they are too busy focused on collecting nectar. The beast, however, speaks telepathically and will convey that it is resting before it is taken to the sacred site to guard. If, however, the group would like a peaceful end because they would like to shed their mortal coil on a high note, it can offer the gentlest death. Overall, it is not hostile and will allow pets. They can even go on a little tour on its back into the pink skies.
Shouxue, when trying to channel the dead or any voices, will get the sense that something is muting her connection, but there is definitely a sense of souls here. There are muttered whispers coming in droves, a cacophony of crazed voices of elation and also despair. A field can only grow from fertile soil, after all. Perhaps she can hear better later with some extra clarity.
What she can clearly hear, though, are two familiar voices:
“Nai–you don’t know what you’re doing. Whatever this is, it’s beyond just the two of us.”
“You think you’re in the position to scold me, your older brother? While you’re caged and imprisoned? I can make this predator submit, then I will change reality. I can win us a paradise–without them!”
“... Hasn’t the crew treated you well? Why can’t you remember what Rem was like? I know that you can see the good in them.”
There's silence.
“None of that matters. We can’t turn back, Vash.”
They’re nowhere to be seen, but she will get a sense that they’re here yet not here.
Diluc stands there. No one has gotten hurt under his watch!
As a note, the sweet scent will be catered to each individual, similar to what they’ve been smelling in the Eudora during W6. It is, however, a lot more pleasant. In addition, characters may feel it’s a good time for a nap. Nothing happens if they do. It's a good nap.
Let's go
Awful lot of people here...
[She honestly would prefer if the planet were void of life, knowing what it is. Both this and the return of affection week urges has her threading her hand into Sidon's as she thumbs the strap of her quiver in clear unease.]
We should stick close. I don't like the idea of anyone wandering off, even in pairs.
[Everyone please remain lucid we are begging.]
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With all the illusions it likes to give, I wonder how much of this is real.
[ she is taking very careful steps through this field.... ]