[The memory playsβand although it is not her own shrine, it is... nostalgic, in a similar sense. The emotions that well, the path travelled, and the offerings given are all similar enough to feel a sort of wistful happiness that bubbles in her chest briefly, before dispelling like so much foam in the ocean.]
Thank you, Lune. That was lovely.
I would love to be able to do the same for you, and show you a memory of my own.
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Thank you, Lune. That was lovely.
I would love to be able to do the same for you, and show you a memory of my own.