[ Seemingly with permission, he will walk inside. Past the threshold it becomes lighter within the inner space. He's not sure what he was expecting from the exterior - maybe something closer to the greenhouse from earlier. He's certainly not expecting towering visages or golden script like the Payshmura's aesthetic, but neither did he predict this space to be so empty and almost colorless. Something about the strange texture in the stone or metal (he can't tell what it's made of) feels off and slightly unpleasant as well, reminding him of the nests of stinging insects. He can't determine how any of it was made or constructed. ]
You meditate?
[ There's a faintly teasing lilt to his voice, an attempt to mask his discomfort with this room. ]
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You meditate?
[ There's a faintly teasing lilt to his voice, an attempt to mask his discomfort with this room. ]