[The echo of nothingness is what hits Sora first. Then it's the fog that seems to screen across him. Making him shiver and look around like he's suddenly a small child lost too.]
Where are we?
[Sora's hand tightens around Tifa's small one. When the fog clears enough to see the expanse of wasteland and desert to reveal a seemingly endless stretch of keyblades a rock drops in Sora's stomach. He knows this place. This harrowing place where hundreds or thousands of nameless keyblades litter the way. Keyblades that used to belong to people. But ... Who?
... Why is here?]
No... No. This place is...
[The Keyblade Graveyard. Sora has only seen it once before. Or in figments of his dreams that repeat over and over. But those spots in his memory are littered with Sora's fears.]
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Where are we?
[Sora's hand tightens around Tifa's small one. When the fog clears enough to see the expanse of wasteland and desert to reveal a seemingly endless stretch of keyblades a rock drops in Sora's stomach. He knows this place. This harrowing place where hundreds or thousands of nameless keyblades litter the way. Keyblades that used to belong to people. But ... Who?
... Why is here?]
No... No. This place is...
[The Keyblade Graveyard. Sora has only seen it once before. Or in figments of his dreams that repeat over and over. But those spots in his memory are littered with Sora's fears.]