2200 years ago.
I take a step forward, and twirl in wonder. 'What is this?'
'My memories,' Eleanor responds. 'Or, to be better accurate, my memories of someone else's memories of someone else's memories, on and on like that.'
Eleanor manifests beside me, while, a breath later, Alicia appears at the end of the hall. We see each other instantly, and she starts to come closer. A door suddenly opens, cutting her off. Augusta Lycaone comes out of the door in a bit of a rush, a towering armoured figure hastening after her to match her stride.
The hallway is lit with actual fire, wooden lamps on the walls with burning heads. The decor is nearly bare: aging castle stone and shields. Though we seem to ourselves and one another real enough, the unimaginably powerful Augusta doesn't see us. She passes by us as though we are one of the shields on the walls.
