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Breathless, Arik gazed downwards. He was catching himself as tears welled into his eyes from that final encounter. Things were brighter and cleared up overall, but the hair on his neck was still raised. Suddenly, the scene around himself was changing again… “Oh for f**k’s sake!” Arik growled-into-a-scream — he was moving, his legs running, and darkness again overtook him. The Maze’s backdrop had returned, and above himself Arik saw the looming form of Ghost yet again. Returning after such a short departure… A crystal was dropped into Arik’s open hand as Ghost loomed above, droning on about Arik’s cleverness in his escape, but Arik’s ears were ringing. He had not recovered from his previous encounter with that specter, and he had a feeling it would be returning all too soon. Ghost had moved themself around Arik in a swirling motion, moving with the mist and fog. Arik was currently crumpled into a kneeling heap, and yet upon looking forward Ghost’s glowing eyes and sprawling open

“What a headache…” Arik found himself sitting down on a floor of some kind, a migraine forming seemingly from no where. He could barely remember what had happened… “AH!” Red flashed into his eyes. He remembered now. He had accidentally chosen to enter someone named… Ghost…’s maze? “Dang it all. Miserable me must have tripped. That damn Masked… uh… Maskoff! I was just trying to go out and be social for once.” Arik brought himself to his feet as fog curled and swirled closer to him. “What have I gotten myself into…” Arik remembered running out towards the edge of the fair and stumbling into this strange labyrinth— and tripping over something… he couldn’t remember. But all of these thoughts suddenly halted all at once with a voice creeping into his ears. “Ah, you’ve finally awoken. Many others have begun their descent into my Maze.” There was a haunting chuckle from the Cypherus Grem, apparently known as Ghost, with mist seemingly dripping from its form in front of Arik. “Oh, not to

“Ahh… How long has it been since I’ve been to a place like this.” Gamma took in the sights and sounds surrounding them at this moment, she had been aware of Markov’s and similar places for many years now, but it certainly was a bit louder than she remembered as a young Grem. Festivals weren’t necessarily her favorite spot to be in, but she had been recommended to take a break- get inspired by some new sights and sounds for her Parlor Shop. Maybe get inspired from some trends and decorations for the season, you know? Gamma avoided some of the more boisterous folk around herself and went to the kiosk for a Map of the festival grounds and some intake tickets. Gamma scanned her gaze down the scheduling for the events of the day as well, looking to see what might be good for inspiration— or perhaps an activity that would be easy enough to excel in. Gamma’s eyebrows raised at the sight. “Ah, a Pumpkin Carving contest? Surely my hands would be up to the task considering all the work I do

Scotty was beside herself after making her announcement on the return of the Quaiphants. “There’s so much to do! So much in order to prepare…!! Ah, I must get ahold of myself. That announcement was only the beginning!” It had been some time since the Switcher Eels were discovered, and she had been toiling away on the next animal find. Seeing the devastating conditions Santopae was subjected to, seeing its restoration and then the further restoration of Palleth’s environment was simply a dream come true. It was very heartening to see all come together to help build the environment back up to such a healthy state, and seeing the Quaiphants return was simply again the cherry on top of it all. Tending to her Pet Shop was a full time job in and of itself, so doing this field work was almost like a vacation- that also involved work. But the work she enjoyed of course! They would indeed pass through her region on their way to Mezza, so Scotty hoped she wouldn’t miss seeing one herself.

May 17th, Year XXXX Ah… finally the weather warms. A nice fog, not too chill, has descended upon the fields this day. Just right for tea for sure. I like the mixing of the seasons, even though May sometimes makes things a bit too cold, or a bit too hot, as its only in this between time that some of my favored flowers bloom. Being one who deals in Recycling, I come across much refuge amongst beauty— I think I had such a situation one May around this time not too long ago. I had awoken and charged to go out to collect some scrap metal, nothing too exciting, and found myself wandering the paths to my destination. It seemed like I just couldn’t focus too much that day. Scrap metal isn’t that interesting after all. In that gray morning I managed to locate a patch of brightness in the form of creeping violets on some building nearby— they caught my eyes and I went over to investigate. As I tracked their origin, I found more colors bewitching my gaze, not a manicured garden per say…