[She opens her mouth to attempt to speak, but even the suggestion of a syllable burns too hot in her throat, so she sets her jaw and nods again. Maya is a good friend, and Sayori is ready to leave whenever she is.
The projection of memories, though, is not quite so eager to release them.
You have unlocked a special poem. Would you like to read it?
>Yes No
A selection noise like a little bell chiming, but the cursor doesn't move. There's a great screeching static sound, and the surrounding scene gives way to a disturbing image--repeating over and over, occasionally in variouspermutations, layered over one another and flickering and glitching with pixels that may be Sayori's actual appearance and not the crudely rendered figure from the special poem.]
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The projection of memories, though, is not quite so eager to release them.
You have unlocked a special poem.
Would you like to read it?
>Yes No
A selection noise like a little bell chiming, but the cursor doesn't move. There's a great screeching static sound, and the surrounding scene gives way to a disturbing image--repeating over and over, occasionally in various permutations, layered over one another and flickering and glitching with pixels that may be Sayori's actual appearance and not the crudely rendered figure from the special poem.]