[all of her posts are voice]

[songbeneath]

She finds herself in gray. Alma, girl, still down, still down. Stay quiet. They'll tell you where to go, what to do. You must only wait, must only see. You can see, can hear. Gray, smoke and famine. Minor chords in the Song

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[shooting_blanc]

Gray indeed- you are in what is effectively Purgatory now little lady. I'd be glad to help you find shelter, if you can give me a few landmarks to help find you by.

[songbeneath]

...White thread.

A time tower and more gray. Such an expanse of light! So many harmonies!

[shooting_blanc]

I'll be there momentarily then.

...I suppose it'd be too much to ask you to speak a little less cryptically, wouldn't it?

[songbeneath]

Alma speaks. But no one understands.

Cassandra's curse. Names can be unlucky too.