[LEFT TO THEIR OWN DEVICES]
["i'm sorry, but seeing something alive down here is truly something
fascinating, it's just been me and the plants, you know."
-█████, MEMY8.1]
MEMY1056 - and-as-your-will-to-live-fades-you-see-the-shadows-in-the-
corner-of-your-eye-(fade-to-white/come-to-life/offer-a-
hand-crafted-gift)
hey.
hey, you.
you good?
wake up.
wake up, wanderer.
[DID YOU KNOW HIM?]
[a fragile ego, adorned in scars]
MEMY1056A - the-vaguely-humanoid-figures-between-the-trees-sway-
slightly-in-the-wind[THEY SAT UP... MUST HAVE FALLEN ASLEEP AGAIN]
ow... my back.
The ground must be harder than my judgement presumed.
[THEY STARE, FLOWERS HAVE SPROUTED AROUND THEIR RESTING PLACE]
Gray.
Now that I mention it... despite the various kinds of flowers, there
only seem to be a handful of colors.
[THEY COUNT ALOUD, KEEPING TRACK OF THE UNIQUE COLORS]
Seven.
It's odd, was this intentional?
Do they... have something in common, is there a puzzle I'm missing?
Two of the colors are somewhat similar, but... ah... it's lost on me.
[FOOTSTEPS, COMING FROM A CORNER BEHIND THEIR RESTING PLACE]
wh-
who's there?
[A FAMILIAR SHAPE, THEIR VISION BLURS AS IF TO BLOCK THE BRAIN FROM
REGISTERING THE INFORMATION]
██y.
w███er██, █o█ a███g█t?
[THE WANDERER RUBS THEIR EYES]
[THEY SEE HIM]
wander?
dude, quit staring at me like that, are you good or not
no,
no, this isn't real, this can't be...
the- the door, it's... gone, right?
how are you... fiend, you're not... leave now.
...what?
did you party too hard last night or
your bedroom door was wide open, and it's already noon so i thought
my... bedroom door?
[THEY LOOK UP, THE WANDERER AND THE FIEND ARE IN THEIR ROOM]
[THE SAME ROOM THEY HAD SPENT MONTHS OF THEIR LIFE TRYING TO ESCAPE]
[THE SAME, BROKEN HOME THAT REMAINS THE ONLY "SAFE" PLACE TO RETURN
AFTER A LONG, GRUELING DAY]
oh, uh...
[THEY CLEAR THEIR THROAT]
It's nothing, Fiend... thanks for checking up on me.
I'll get out of bed soon, I just need to...
[THEY FEEL AROUND THEIR NIGHTSTAND, OPENING THE DRAWER WITHOUT
LOOKING]
Have you seen that notebook I keep around?
[THE FIEND PRODUCES A NOTEBOOK FROM ITS BAG]
this it?
Yeah, thanks.
You know, it's weird... I-
[ONE DOOR CLOSES]
...ah, nevermind.
[THEY SHIFT THEIR EYES TO THE WINDOW, IT'S WINTER]
[THEY HEAR WHAT APPEARS TO BE THREE PEOPLE TALKING DOWNSTAIRS]
[THE SOUND IS QUIET AT FIRST, BUT...]
...I know to tune it out by now.
[A VAGUE SKETCH IN THEIR NOTEBOOK DETAILS THE LAYOUT OF A STRUCTURE
THE FIEND HAD MENTIONED IN HIS DREAM JOURNAL.]
But how do I know this...?
He didn't move out until...
[FROM THE TOP]
[matryoshka doll]
MEMY1056B - memories-in-a-(shoebox/sandbox/teapot)[THEY SAT UP... MUST HAVE FALLEN ASLEEP AGAIN]
what... no
no, come back...
[LYING DOWN ON THE GROUND AGAIN, THEY STRETCH THEIR ARMS OUT]
i wasn't done there, you can't...
...I see now, that the gardenshed is forcing me to live through my
worst fears and memories.
what a cruel, cruel place the owner has made.
how much of the owner's nature do their rooms reflect...?
...no point thinking about it now.
[THEY GET UP, MOVING TO THE NEAREST TERMINAL, ONLY TO SEE...]
It's overgrown.
How could the plants have claimed this one so quickly?
I wonder... if falling asleep in the main room has that effect, then
what would happen if I rested in a memory box room?
...no, that's not even worth trying
This place, this... twisted, evil place... I can't believe this is
all that has been left for me.
truly, this is a fate worse than death.
[THEY LEAN AGAINST A WALL, AND SLIDE DOWN ONTO THE FLOOR]
at least the plants will keep me company.
[THEY TAKE A SECOND LOOK]
...the colors are the same as my nested dream?
interesting, but...
there's only one gray.