[Nai's core memories are what one might call "a goddamn fucking mess". Parts of the biodome become the patchy, broken remains of shipwrecks containing dying Plants, awkwardly overlapped with the vivid reds and greens like a shitty photoshop job. For as much as they start to gradually overtake the space, they stop at the halfway point, something of an even split. On one half, death and reminders of all the things humans have done to them. On the other, life and the security of knowing someone out there loved them completely.
Underneath the tree when Nai blinks next is a piano. Of course there's a piano; that is, of everything that just crept in, one of the more important memories he has. One he clings to with a certain desperation. A time long gone, yet...]
Do you think I'm controlling this somehow?
[Stop what, the dying Plants behind him? Yeah, he'd love to, but this space has a mind of its own.]
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Underneath the tree when Nai blinks next is a piano. Of course there's a piano; that is, of everything that just crept in, one of the more important memories he has. One he clings to with a certain desperation. A time long gone, yet...]
Do you think I'm controlling this somehow?
[Stop what, the dying Plants behind him? Yeah, he'd love to, but this space has a mind of its own.]