[ Whether Sherlock thinks he's intruding or not, the memory doesn't seem to. The crystal that reflects Vivi's memories shimmers warmly as he reaches out to it.
As they continue on, the memories become more unfamiliar, stranger. No longer just Vivi's, they reflect faded experiences from unknown people - perhaps those who passed through, leaving traces of themselves behind. Strange landscapes and towering spires of an alien, organic city that looks like nothing built on Earth.
When the little group reaches the castle's doors, they swing open, silently, to reveal a vast entry hall that doesn't look dissimilar from the city reflected in the crystal.
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As they continue on, the memories become more unfamiliar, stranger. No longer just Vivi's, they reflect faded experiences from unknown people - perhaps those who passed through, leaving traces of themselves behind. Strange landscapes and towering spires of an alien, organic city that looks like nothing built on Earth.
When the little group reaches the castle's doors, they swing open, silently, to reveal a vast entry hall that doesn't look dissimilar from the city reflected in the crystal.
They're being expected, it seems. ]