[She manages a tiny nod and closes her eyes to focus entirely on evening out her frantic breathing and racing heart. But as she does this, the projection of memories syncs to that, the images pulsing and swelling to the ba-bump ba-bump ba-bump of a frightened heartbeat.
The space was difficult to parse even before that. There are no obvious entrances or exits--the door that led into Sayori's room is gone. As is the rest of the room, really. There are only fragments and nonsense, a space made from thousands of pieces that don't go together.]
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The space was difficult to parse even before that. There are no obvious entrances or exits--the door that led into Sayori's room is gone. As is the rest of the room, really. There are only fragments and nonsense, a space made from thousands of pieces that don't go together.]