"Memories disperse like discarded pamphlets. Some decay beside ancient debris. Others drift along present winds. All returns to the spiritual plane." The girl in white intones as she glides towards you. An odd sense of serenity exudes from the miko. Your surroundings swirl into esoteric splotches, but something about the girl feels real.

"Feeling confused? Your current predicament matters not, traveler. I'll guide you along your path. Your sojourn in Limbo has only begun." The girl speaks.