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Gilgamesh

While the world around them became stagnant, with the moon hanging in the air as their only light, Gil and Modesty had decided to go for a walk. In the sky above, the stars streaked like someone had stuck their paw in paint and dragged it across. He didn't like how this was going. Why didn't the sun rise at dawn as usual? Surely, winter wasn't taking this much of a toll on Boreas? His nerves buzzed constantly as he listened to Modesty chatter in her usual banter. For the most part, Gil would nod or add an occasional comment, but he'd rather listen to her ramble.

Until she wasn't talking anymore. Lost in thought, highly aware of how the blue bugs (if they were bugs) danced around them, he finally realized that she too had gone silent. Worried, he turned his yellow eyes over to her starry coat. Somehow they had ended up in the mountainous region where tall crags touched the stars. The snow crunched loudly beneath their paws as he looked ahead of their path. It went up, and up, and up, and up some more. Where was she taking them? Where were they taking them? In a normally barren landscape, sprouts of crystals popped up, glowing softly with an ebb of light as if they breathed. That was unusual. Everything was unusual.

Gilgamesh...

The whisper made him start. Ears pulling up quickly, his face turned left and right as he looked for the whisper. His own worry creased his brow as Modesty's whisper broke his concentration. "Hear what?" Gil wasn't quick to admit he'd also heard something. Around them, the blue fireflies danced back and forth, leading ahead of their path and around a corner. "Where are we going?" He asked, hesitant to find out the answer.

event inventory: 3 crystals

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