[hr][center][@Hekazu] [color=tan]The Unnamable[/color][/center][hr]Trees. Mist. Chills down the wanderer's spine. Repeating ad infinitum. Old memories of a place long forgotten teased at the edges of the puppeteer's memory, but it ultimately failed in the task of delivery. But that was not a surprise. There were many things memory simply failed at, and trying to recall expeditions to forgotten corners of the realm were hardly the important sort. Not when considering what else was lost. There had been nothing to do but put one foot in front of the other, not until the mists suddenly began whirling, coalescing into a rectangular shape. A lone mirror stood without its frame, and through it… darkness?

[color=tan]"Now what is this George? If anyone would know, it would be you, wouldn't it? It looks like a mirror it does, but it is a very poor one at that. More like a window, perhaps?"[/color] the puppeteer mused to the doll, fingers idly stroking the hair of it. [color=tan]"Hello?"[/color] an unsure question followed, though even the new change was rapidly dropping the interest it had held. If something did not happen soon, one might as well continue on. There was not much to do here, but standing at black unresponsive rectangles could hardly be productive.