[ Up onto the gallery you go then. Up-close, the window really is beautiful. It's a loving rendition of a white-haired woman. She looks every bit a benevolent goddess, portrayed in expertly cut shards like this.
There is only a small moment to behold the craftsmanship, however, before the light becomes brighter, brighter, brighter-- and swallows Viktor right up.
After the momentary blinding flash, Viktor will find himself in forest clearing. In front of him is a field of white flowers, in glorious bloom. They look a little like lilies, but not quite. In the middle of the field, is the selfsame woman from the window. She doesn't look larger-than-life now. There's a bit of tiredness around her eyes, probably owed to the infant she's cradling gently in her arms. Caring for a baby isn't easy.
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There is only a small moment to behold the craftsmanship, however, before the light becomes brighter, brighter, brighter-- and swallows Viktor right up.
After the momentary blinding flash, Viktor will find himself in forest clearing. In front of him is a field of white flowers, in glorious bloom. They look a little like lilies, but not quite. In the middle of the field, is the selfsame woman from the window. She doesn't look larger-than-life now. There's a bit of tiredness around her eyes, probably owed to the infant she's cradling gently in her arms. Caring for a baby isn't easy.
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