[Mindtrips, wheeee!]
It's silent - and bright. Long corridors stretch on and on and on - they look like a poorly rendered depiction of what Wil has witnessed within Moira's mindscapes, but these corridors are twisted. Bent. Curving awkwardly. Something covers the walls, something white - like fresh snow. Uneven, moving, but the woman's eyes
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