[He can run for a while. The silence unnerves Sayori more than the noise did; she focuses on Deku's voice, since it sounds like he's the only source of sound for miles and miles. Her grip on him is tight enough as to almost be painful. But he's a strong hero, so he's probably fine.
Finally, the sound of static, and a rhythmic, crunchy creaking. It feels like they cross over some kind of invisible boundary, and then--
Everything is white. Gray? White? Some mix, infinite pixels in a cloud of static over an image of
an image of
Sayori hides her face again.
An image of Sayori, hanging, detailed only in stark black and white. Words in Sayori's own handwriting, scrawled onto a landscape of nothingness:
Now everyone can be happy.
Then everything shuts off.
When the darkness lifts, they're out of Event Square.]
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Finally, the sound of static, and a rhythmic, crunchy creaking. It feels like they cross over some kind of invisible boundary, and then--
Everything is white. Gray? White? Some mix, infinite pixels in a cloud of static over an image of
an image of
Sayori hides her face again.
An image of Sayori, hanging, detailed only in stark black and white. Words in Sayori's own handwriting, scrawled onto a landscape of nothingness:
Now everyone can be happy.
Then everything shuts off.
When the darkness lifts, they're out of Event Square.]