Marco's Heart

[peccatore]

You find yourself in a bright white, circular room. It's nearly empty; too bare, almost clinically so. But the bareness of it means that what is visible here stands out:

A podium in the center, where a familiar figure sits, head buried in his hands. Three paths running from the podium to three different spots near the edges of the room - not corners; circles don't have corners - where three doors leading seemingly nowhere stand with no regard for their complete lack of structural support.

It doesn't take you long to figure out where you are, does it? You only have to decide where to start.

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[peccatore]

Marco makes a pained noise from behind his knees.

"You're going to see so much."

[turntoash]

Ah...

[She understands what this is now. Not just one of those shared dreams. One of those really invasive shared dreams.]

Yeah. I am. I'm not gonna shy away from anything here. Anything you wanna tell me before I start digging?

[peccatore]

"I'm sorry."

[turntoash]

...apology accepted.

[She leaves him to it and goes to scope out a door.]