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You wake up in a black void and get greeted by a silhouette of BASIL. The figure is pure black and it's white eyes stare at you, judgingly, as if observing your every move.

"You are here again, DREAMER. To what do we owe the occasion? Are you running out of time?" It says, it's voice smooth, yet distorted at the same time. You can't quite make out what he's saying, but you understand it. Somehow.

It tilts it's head to the side as it stares at you, waiting for an answer, but not expecting a response at the same time.