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Conan is sitting in the lobby, notebook on his lap, taking and organizing notes. Which would be normal enough.
...except he seems to be talking to red, glowing butterflies. At the moment, five were flying around him.
"So it really goes up and up for eternity, huh?" Conan asked, holding one of the butterflies in his hand. "Hmmm, it definitely can't be their work then. The only one who could do that is the Endless Witch."
He holds up the notebook. "Or another Witch who uses Endless power and is somehow a voyager." He sighed and shook his head. "Or maybe it's like the Island? Joy."
...except he seems to be talking to red, glowing butterflies. At the moment, five were flying around him.
"So it really goes up and up for eternity, huh?" Conan asked, holding one of the butterflies in his hand. "Hmmm, it definitely can't be their work then. The only one who could do that is the Endless Witch."
He holds up the notebook. "Or another Witch who uses Endless power and is somehow a voyager." He sighed and shook his head. "Or maybe it's like the Island? Joy."