THE MYMBER
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Of course, how could you forget? They grip your hand, looking up at you.
As you travel further on in the blue landscape, you come across a flat plain of stone, illuminated by what appears to be a crowd. An indistinct clamor surrounds the area, barely becoming any clearer as you come closer. Occasionally, you can make out a voice - I'm here - stinging at your head, but it's drowned out quickly. A worried gaze makes its way to yours, and you become roughly aware that the Mymber is still with you. Together, you press forward.
You would try to blend into the crowd before you, but that might prove difficult. The crowd is entirely made up of ghosts. They pay you no mind - their attention either distant or locked in front of them, like someone woken roughly from a dream. Your guide tugs at your hand, pulling you through the crowd. As you push yourself through, you move to look back into a ghost's face. The visage is smooth, like a tumbled pebble, with a single too-large eye peering out of the right side of their face. They aren't looking at anything, just ahead.
You stumble backwards in surprise, hearing an indignant murmur as you trip over the Mymber and down a hill. The both of you slip down the rocky incline, landing in a pile. You rub your head, twisting a knot out of the back of your neck. As your eyes flutter open, they fix on a building, and its name echoes in your head.