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Heart Seed Ruin Log
[You suddenly find yourself in the entrance to a library. Well, it should be an entrance - if you turn around, there isn’t a door behind you, but there’s a desk that says ‘RETURNS’ and a desk that says ‘HELP’, both with containers full of pens on them. There’s also rows and rows of bookcases all stuffed full of books.
Naturally, both the returns desk and the help desk are staffed: the returns desk by a bright-looking young boy, and the help desk by a serious-looking man.
Beyond the shelves of books, there’s a steel door to the left, as well as a wooden door to the right.]
Naturally, both the returns desk and the help desk are staffed: the returns desk by a bright-looking young boy, and the help desk by a serious-looking man.
Beyond the shelves of books, there’s a steel door to the left, as well as a wooden door to the right.]
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Approaching, she reaches out to pluck the paper from the wall.]
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At least she can in the real world. She wonders if she still can here? She might as well try. Moving forward, she grabs a small packet of seeds and lifts her hand up to see if she's still capable of drawing moisture from the air, in order to plant the seeds and water them.]
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When the seeds are planted - cacti, roses, or both - a door appears on the wall where the paper used to be.]
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Ah-- so this opened another path? Moving forward, her hand falls upon that door then, and she gently tries to open it.]
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