GRAVEYARD
Graveyard
Reflexively, you curl tighter. Just another minute. Just another minute of sleep is all you need, but the sun waits for no one. Wait. The sun? After many days and nights with only moonlight to guide you, your eyes snap open and your pupils contract at the light.
It's been a while, hasn't it?
Bask in this euphoria for however long it lasts, until your memory snaps back against your mind like a rubber band. Weren't you dead? No matter how you met your end, you certainly remember dying in vivid detail. The pain that corresponds to the last moment's of your life chooses then to make itself known, trying to wriggle free from your skin almost literally. That mark on your skin wasn't there before either.
Take a moment to breathe and get your bearings, and really take everything into focus. The warm rays of sun that dance upon your skin are colorful and fragmented like a kaleidoscope, the effect of being filtered through stained glass. Of all the places to wake up, it seems you're inside a church that's no stranger to you, St. Mary's Basilica. While the odds are good you've woken up with company somewhere near by, the glint of gold from the altar will likely catch your attention regardless—embedded deep in the altar stands a golden staff, two sculpted wings draped down its sides.
While some things are the same, and some things are different, there are still more questions than answers. But the inscription engraved into the roof of the ceiling of the Church, now visible in proper lighting seems rather apt: Welcome to Krakow (again).

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What’s in the lobby of his favorite abode?]
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But behind all the colorful pages of destination Krakow haunts, there's a single brochure of how the clock works. That...probably would have been useful last week, but only yolo now. Read it anyway? ]
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And yes he is an unnecessarily thorough bat who is going to read it anyway.]
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There's also a line about how the basement used to house a prison and torture chamber, yikes. ]
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Is there anything in the clock tower itself that could have been linked to the new way it's run, that he would have noticed in all his time here?
If not he's going to look around curiously for that now. The prison and torture chamber is read over with nary a blink; does it look like the same basement the cafe is in?]
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The picture of the basement that accompanies the line about the prison and torture chamber shows the basement cafe and stage, yes! What a delightful line to use to endorse visitations there, wouldn't you say.]
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And considering the reason they're here and who Ulquiorra is, that's actually not a bad call to tourism for him. Too bad he's already been down there and it totally doesn't live up to its rep. Anything else interesting in the lobby area?]
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And nope, nothing else to note in the lobby area!]
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Okay! Is there anywhere in this clock tower where he can use this silver not-mailbox key, or is he going to have to scope out the rest of the Main Square for this?]
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Are there any keyholes for general perusal here, by the by? Secret bookshelves? Notes shoved between the books? How much of a treasure trove is this ding-dang bookstore.]
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Where’s the juicy gossip, y’all, are we too late...!]
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