Medium · Inland Empire ≥ 4
No, this is right. Who doesn't long to believe in miracles?
Psyche
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
976 · Voice lines
No, this is right. Who doesn't long to believe in miracles?
It's strangely comforting to think of these voices travelling through the air, until you capture them, firefly-like, with your little metal antenna...
A little rhyme jingling in your mind's attic... "Of the future, of the past/ Of all that is not made to last"...
But... didn't the Wild Pines representative say that Revachol would resolve history?
Wait-wait, she's an El-something, you just know it.
You're all alone out there, wandering a blasted heath, calling out to the night, but there is no reply, except for the buzzing of invisible machines...
No, no, no -- she's got it all backwards. It's reality that's obscuring what's real. You have never been closer to the dark truths of existence...
S-s-s-she knows perfectly well where they are! They've got one for everybody, all coded and filed away in a vast labyrinth beneath Isherwood...
No, you know this tone of voice. You've heard it before. She's about to deliver some bad news...
Images of your body smashed against the pavement flood your mind -- this is dangerous.
Meaning she's the voice of all those living souls!
It's just like that woman in the electronic doorbell... the circuit ghost...
You really don't have the faintest guess what her name could be. You were never very good at this sort of thing...
Yes. Unquestionably, irrevocably alone...
You knew there was something strange about this one! He's an astral projection, a bureaucratic phantasm!
Suddenly this feels like a really, really bad idea.