[One night - or day - Aunamee will awaken from his slumber to find the floor of his room enshrouded in a thick fog. Soft laughter will echo throughout, coming from many different timbres of voice, before the fog starts to pool together, rising up to form an impression of a human figure. Nothing is distinct about it, and the face lacks any features. But nonetheless, Aunamee should know very well who it is.
The laughter quiets, but it doesn't stop completely.]
Your mind provided a wonderful playground for my children, pet.
[The figure sits upon Aunamee's bed, but the lower half of the body dissipates into formless fog, unable to seemingly form a sitting motion.]
Perhaps you should use the minds of others as your own playground too.
[A more distinct hand forms out of the fog and brushes against Aunamee's own digits, infusing him with new power.
And then in another instant, every trace of the fog is gone from his room.]
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The laughter quiets, but it doesn't stop completely.]
Your mind provided a wonderful playground for my children, pet.
[The figure sits upon Aunamee's bed, but the lower half of the body dissipates into formless fog, unable to seemingly form a sitting motion.]
Perhaps you should use the minds of others as your own playground too.
[A more distinct hand forms out of the fog and brushes against Aunamee's own digits, infusing him with new power.
And then in another instant, every trace of the fog is gone from his room.]