You toss Anthony some PPE as the two of you head over to IN LIMBO'S CELL. Neither of you wants to say anything. Both of you can tell something's going to go down.
The two of you take one last breath before you both pass through the threshold.
https://youtu.be/2oCxiwF5MnA - IN LIMBO?
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The room is blanketed in a thick yellow haze of STATIC POLLEN.
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You can't make out much of your surroundings, but you can make out an outline of IN LIMBO. It is standing back on its legs, struggling to carry its weight.
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It takes a cautious, unsteady step towards the two of you. All of the bravado Anthony had before has vanished completely. He doesn't quite know whether he should grab his gun or not.
Its legs shake and creak with every step it takes. You can make out more of its appearance now. Every last inch of its body has been completely covered in flowers. There's only a vague outline of its body. Its dreams, its memories, are beginning to overtake it.
You can hear its words INSIDE your head.
<span class="mu-b">All of my life, I've been dreaming. Ever since I was a little girl.</span>
<span class="mu-b">My father always told me that if you wished upon a shooting star, your dreams would come true.</span>
<span class="mu-g">I wished on so many stars. I would stay outside, in the summer heat, just to stare up at the night sky.</span>
<span class="mu-g">To wish, to pray, to those shooting stars. To make my dreams real.</span>
<span class="mu-r">Yet, I had nothing to show for it. All of my dreams went nowhere. My aspirations were left to rot.</span>
<span class="mu-r">My life was spent chasing after quixotic dreams. Dreams that went nowhere. Wishes that went unfulfilled.</span>
<span class="mu-r">I want to wake up. I want to break these shackles. To live what little of my life is left.</span>
<span class="mu-b">But what point is there in doing it now? I wasted my life clinging to these memories. Chasing after nonsensical dreams.</span>
"Rolle." Anthony struggles to find the right words to say. "I know how ya feel. I'm on my deathbed too. But it's never too late to try."
"As long as yer heart's still beating, ya can change. You can be better than the person you were yesterday."
"I know yer scared. We're at that age where death's knockin' on our door. We're here to help ya-"
He's still speaking but you can't hear anything other than static right now. You feel like whatever you're about to say, it'll be the last thing you say to IN LIMBO.
What do you say, Vincent? Choose one. <span class="mu-b">This will determine what ARTIFACT you get.</span>
>"You didn't waste your life, Rolle." At least she strived for something greater, unlike you. >"Later better than never. You can still wake up." She never would have ended up like this if she’d stopped sooner.>"I'll carry on your dream for you, Rolle." She may have failed, but you will achieve it in her stead.>"We'll make sure people remember you, Rolle. It's okay to move on." Offer her comfort. That's all you can do.>Write in. 