[ Vivi has all but vanished into the factory's darkness, but he comes to a stop in a certain room.
It's easy to see why. In the pale, Mist-fogged light that shines down from holes in the roof and walls, there are broken conveyor belts, piles of discarded clothing - including terribly distinctive hats - and dozens of empty eggshells.
Vivi is sitting there, holding one in his hands, turning it over like its Mist-swirled surface will hold any answers for him. He looks, if it's possible, even smaller than he did before, a huddled, tiny figure among bleak grey wreckage. ]
factory! factory! factory!
It's easy to see why. In the pale, Mist-fogged light that shines down from holes in the roof and walls, there are broken conveyor belts, piles of discarded clothing - including terribly distinctive hats - and dozens of empty eggshells.
Vivi is sitting there, holding one in his hands, turning it over like its Mist-swirled surface will hold any answers for him. He looks, if it's possible, even smaller than he did before, a huddled, tiny figure among bleak grey wreckage. ]