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"Where are we? It's… so dark." She heard the adolescent teen express a soft concern from her back; eyes kept focused on the dark steps descending the stairwell with a beat of excitement pulsing her heart. Her calm gentle pace seemed to vanish any trace of initial worry, reverberating down and up the narrow steps. "It's alright, 'Phee, the lights are just really old here - and afternoon! I was wondering if you were going to wake anytime soon," the mare cheerily whispered over, only to receive a neutral-sounding 'Mm'. Knowing the various intricate tones; this was a good one! The arrangements looked like they were never going to happen anytime soon, but she managed to finally get all the pieces together to make this trip take form at last. Times were busy, and there simply was no end to sudden changes in her plans. Her sister had been rather lacking when it came to sending letters, which helped inversely in maintaining her drive in getting everything sorted out. Sure, busy meant busy, but she could not help but assume it to be a bad premonition. ‘Phee should not have to worry too, right...? - A fair ways further and they caught sight of a bottom, thematically ending off with a rusted metal door and almost pitch black had it not been for the descent allowing her eyes to adapt. Part of the mare felt an odd feeling of uneasiness, as if this venture would lead to nothing, that her niece might look at it with the familiar mix of disinterest and minimal curiosity. She shrugged off the feeling and pushed down on the bar of the door in front of her, shoving it forwards, releasing a flood of light from the other side. - Ephemeria let out a soft groan and hid her face in the plush hair under her, caught off-guard from the sudden contrast in light. She gazed up soon after, eyes barely registering the sights ahead for the first few seconds.

She caught the unbelievably large glass dome above them, unnaturally bending all of the light from the skies downwards onto the area below, while also naturally guiding her eyes to the next point of focus; The huge blob of green ahead of them- no, more than that. A vibrant congregation of red, orange, yellow, even more as she raised her head to get a better view. A garden, but different from the bleak green nature she seemed to see through her eyes. ”It’s pretty,” she processed both in thought and through a soft whisper. The day was unforgettable despite how embarrassingly simple she always recalled it to be — her first real memory.