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[chosennobody]

i have a lot of questions and not a lot of answers and i don't even know where to start looking for them in this place so here it is

who is narayana?

has anyone ever fought a crystal zombie before?

has anyone ever seen crystal pillars destroy the world before?

who on this world responds to "your majesty"?

has anyone figured out why we're here yet and who are the gods of this world?

what happens to people when they die in this world?

i saw some stuff in the dreamwidth and i want answers. i think people who were in crytallis might know since the crazy lady called us "heroes of light."

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[chefbayardee]

Maybe it was... a hallucination? [ He brings a hand to his chin and just starts to squint into the distance. ] Like... dreams are crazy anyway, so combining dreams with our memories could just make weird stuff happen.

[ And then he pauses for a moment before starting to fidget awkwardly. ] Maybe it was just drawing from stuff common to all of our dreams? I saw a few with zombies, and a lot of them involved people we cared about from our homes. And fighting.

[ He's not so sure about all the crystal stuff, though. Magic is so not his forte. ]

[chosennobody]

Maybe. I don't know. I didn't see anyone else's memories, or dreams, or whatever they were. [Roxas had come along on the rescue mission as backup and nothing more. Ending up in the dream he'd shared with others had been a complete mistake. If he were being honest the only reason he had gone out on the ships was to see if anyone he knew might be there. But of course, no one was there. No one important to him, anyhow.]

It was just... so specific. Like everything that happened was directly because of us, and everything we saw might have actually happened to us. The people I heard talking said the memories they saw, they couldn't interact with them, and they were specific to one person. But this one we could, and each of us saw something related to us. I just... I don't know. It's all really confusing.

[His gaze dropped from Hunk a little bit ago, and instead he's tracing the grain of the table with the tips of his fingers, brows knit together in concentration as he tried to puzzle the situation out.]