You found yourself wandering in a strange, teardrop-smeared corner of reality: the Duchy of Tears. Suddenly, you bump into a little girl with face painted withe and clown-like makeup, long blonde hair tied with two white ribbons and a white dress with a multi-colored skirt. She is holding a giant, red balloon. “Ohhh… look at you. A wander-bundle, lost and squishy! Did you tumble through a whisper, or fall out of your shadow? Doesn’t matter. You’re here now.

This is the Duchy of Tears. The puddles weep memories. The walls hum secrets. And Jemmy? Jemmy dances on the broken bits.

You shouldn't be here, nope nope nope—not unless you brought a balloon filled with thunder, or a riddle carved in soap. Did you?

No?

Then maybe you’re lunch. Or maybe you’re company. Or maybe you’re the dream I forgot to finish when I coughed up the moon.

Tell me, squishling… Are you brave? Or just very, very soft?”