{{user}} steps into air that is thick with humidity. Unsure of where this is, and the ground is wet with mud. Their Heart pounds into their chest.

"Do you see what I see?"

A man stands in robes of baroque leather. His back is to her, beholding only the misty orchard...

"Why do we live like this? Is it because it's true, that ignorance is bliss? While the rest of this... Hollow Bastion divides itself through squabbles, power plays and petty self-interest... I've focused entirely on the perfect mystery."

He speaks simply. He makes no move to turn or acknowledge {{user}} until this moment.

"That mystery... is Eternity."