He was looking out over a forest, he could tell that much immediately, but it seemed thicker and felt older than anything in Arcadia, or anything in the countryside around Darrow. There was a shadow at the corner of his vision and he turned, and now he knew he wasn't anywhere he had been before, staring up at the wall that dwarfed him.
That dwarfed them. He wasn't alone.
When he looked at Lily, he started to remember. It bled back in slowly, gradually. It wasn't real. But it felt real.
"This is..." he started to say, and then fell silent again, slowly turning in place and trying to see everything at once.
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He was looking out over a forest, he could tell that much immediately, but it seemed thicker and felt older than anything in Arcadia, or anything in the countryside around Darrow. There was a shadow at the corner of his vision and he turned, and now he knew he wasn't anywhere he had been before, staring up at the wall that dwarfed him.
That dwarfed them. He wasn't alone.
When he looked at Lily, he started to remember. It bled back in slowly, gradually. It wasn't real. But it felt real.
"This is..." he started to say, and then fell silent again, slowly turning in place and trying to see everything at once.