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[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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[He looks from Lulu to the fish tank, trying to avoid staring at her.]

Something interesting in there?

Yes. Quite.

[Pulling up her legs and making a spot for him/her.]

You look a little timid.

[He hangs back and holds up a hand, turning down the space. He doesn't plan to linger long.]

Not timid, only passing through. You didn't look busy.

I've got free time. Why don't you enjoy yourself?

... You may have time, but I don't know when mine is up. [That is, he doesn't know how long this place will be around. He offers an apologetic shrug.]

Such foreboding words. Why have you come here at all?

Luck and curiosity. If I'm in the way, I'll leave you to your study of the fish tank.

Why would I offer you a spot if you were in the way? You aren't at all.

Mm. [He gives the tank a curious look.] What was so interesting about the tank, anyway?

I'm deciding on lunch.

[It doesn't look like she has sharp teeth. No. Not really.]

There are probably better fish to eat than ones like these.

Of that I have little doubt, but here I am. But did you really come all this way just to chit chat.

I don't think I have time for anything more. I'll leave you to your lunch, then.

[He turns to wander off again.]

[You wander off successfully! There are still three doors and a garden.]

[Garden! Garden looks nice.]

It does look nice and pretty. Oh, but then it starts getting all confusing. When you turn around there is no entrance to the mansion and surely that bush was much smaller than before.

Confusing. Very, very confusing.

But what does your heart desire?

[He's lost, but there are certainly worse places to be lost in.]

[As for what he desires... happiness, for himself? It might be easier to articulate if he remembered more, but he wants to see new and interesting things, and to participate when and how he chooses.]

The gardens will open to a clearing. It has been manicured impeccably and large, purple butterflies fly right past his face before taking to a higher altitude.

[He flinches when the butterflies dart past, but he was just a little startled. He examines the impeccable gardens approvingly.]

[Nice. Warm. Cozy. Intricate details along every edge. You could stare at it for hours and still not see it all. And it bends and twists in ways that aren't realistic like that painting with the waterfall that manages to loop in on itself.]

[He's perfectly happy to investigate all these details, especially the impossible twists and turns.]

[It will probably be an hour at least -- if it's still there then -- before he starts to question whether he should leave. There had been other things to see, after all... but then, that would mean leaving this, too...]

[It will last as long as he wants it to. And if he desires another, the next clearing will be a variant on the same.

Getting lost in a desire of your own whims might not be the worst way to spend eternity. Or until you wake up from all of this.

But if he does decide he wants something more, all he needs to do is think of it.]

[It's easy to stay. Honestly, so much of him wants to. He's happy here; there's always something new and he doesn't have to worry about anything.]

[He wrestles with a feeling that something is wrong with being happy here, but he can't tell if that's a genuine hunch or paranoia.]

[He'll stay until it's time to wake up.]

[Tyki would argue there is nothing wrong with endlessly chasing your whims, but that is his philosophy on life.

You wake up where you drifted off wherever that may be, but upon looking around you'll see one of those large purple butterflies perched on your knee. It will follow him around wherever the road goes.]

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