[ Mizuki is not unfamiliar to the surroundings, the oddities, and the things that don't make any sense because, realistically, he's been here for over half a year now. He's almost got a routine down, as crazy as that might sound.

Part of his routine is to go to this little shrine he's made in the morning. Rather, a shrine made by a friend of his that was meant to pay tribute to the forest, but he has long since repurposed it, taking away the things that made it "the forest's" and instead made it to pay tribute to the people that left that he was close to. Etched on the plaque currently were four names and more space that grimly spoke to the reasoning that these are probably not going to be the only four. Caoimhe, BB, Toge, Nai.

Mizuki visits this with breakfast and spends his morning talking about what he did the day before to the shrine, and how he hopes everyone is going to come back soon… He doesn't seem particularly upset for… what that's worth? Is that better? That might be worse, actually— ]

[ Perhaps the worst part about suddenly literally becoming an animal was the sudden lack of things, rather than anything else. Lack of thumbs, most commonly. Lack of height, too. Just a lot of lacking. Especially if you happen to be one Mizuki, who'd become a moon jellyfish outright. Not having eyes sucked. At least he wasn't uselessly on the ground and drying out and dying or anything like that — floating through the air was fun. But that's about all he had going for him.

Perhaps someone should help him stop bumping into trees. ]

[ One might think that the large glowing thing at the edge of the lake is just another mushroom, if disproportionally large, at a glance. But further investigation would suggest that it's way too humanoid shaped to actually be just a mushroom.

Rather, it's Mizuki! His hair glows in that blue bioluminescence, and there's smattering of the same across his skin, looking akin to glowing freckles. He's sitting at the edge of the lake, looking at the waters with his umbrella loosely supported by his shoulder. He twirls it around idly, and if you're one to recognize Mizuki's voice, you'll also hear it along with that of the lake's song. It's different, though. Directionless, echo-y, and equal parts enchanting and unsettling. Not nearly so much so as the song from the lake, but enough that you might feel less inclined to take a dive.

In an ancient Norse language, he sings to the lake. Even if you can't make out the words, it sounds… sad. Approaching Mizuki will get him to stop, but he doesn't look up from the lake. ]

Should I have a look down there? I could breathe down there just fine…

[ It's unsurprising that Mizuki finds himself at the oceanside. Or, as close to "oceanside" as he can get, all things considered. He missed the smell, the dampness in the air, the sprays and sound of the sea. It calls to him. He knows he shouldn't be here long, but surely he isn't wrong for wanting to savor this time to himself just a bit?

He is also busying himself with something, anyway. He has a nightsun flower sitting mostly submerged in saltwater in a pot next to him. He picks out the seeds from these flowers and holds them tightly in his hand. He wishes he could push through the fog wall, and wishes he could take a dive off into the ocean. He misses it so, but…

For now, he can at least give the flowers their preferred home, at least, right? He has to try anyway. So, Mizuki stands, lifting his hand over his head and chucking them as hard as he can in hopes they'll go into the ocean, but it is hard to keep up with them after they breach the fog wall. After all, the seeds don't quite glow like their flowered parent does. Not yet, anyway. He knows they'll flower nicely down there, though.

…

He wants to stay here, too. ]

[ Are you doing something important? Nothing at all? Something? Exploring? Meandering? Pondering a nap??? Well, whatever it is, congratulations, there's a jellyfish here instead to keep you company. Maybe it's unwanted, but he's never been too good with his people skills. At least he's not trying to hold your hand — he's learned his lesson there. He does give you a very friendly smile, though.

If you are someone new that he hasn't psychologically pestered before, then he'll ask: ]

a. Have you heard of the Trolley Problem?
b. Have you heard of the Prisoner's Dilemma?

[ Or, if you are someone he's pestered before: ]

c. If you were two separate entities, do you think you would be friends with yourself?
d. What's the capacity of happiness any one person can have? Is that quantifiable? Does it vary between people?
e. If people understand the things that make them happy, why do they not always pursue it?

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