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[solo_insanity]

[It is dawn or sunset? Hard to tell, but there is the sky above is turning all shades of orange, purple and even some pink here and there. This certainly isn't where you last remembered yourself.

You are currently standing on a platform. To the left is a the sounds of gears moving, people shouting, and people milling about but a thick column of smoke blocks it from view. To the right is a forest of bamboo stalks swaying in the breeze.

Look down and the platform underneath while very thick is made of glass. The room is pink and lacy, frilly, and, oh, ever not so manly at all.]

[ooc: This is open to anyone that comes across it really. Just jump right in. This is a heart game. Think of it as a dungeon crawl through Tyki's heart. Messing with things will have side effects, but that means you should do it anyway. :)]

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[solo_insanity]

I am not dead, my child. ♥ And you ask questions whose answers are filled with riddles.

[tersaudades]

Every good riddle has some kind of answer to it. You don't seem the one to ask, though.

I only need to say my name to leave, don't I? [He falters slightly when saying his name, like someone trying to say an unfamiliar word they've only just read.]

"Tyki Mikk."

[solo_insanity]

You end up back here

But your skin feels much too tight as if it isn't your own. This may be a normal occurrence for him in particular even if it is more unsettling than usual.