Sweiza can only describe the monument as being more like a cathedral; rather it seems to be very circular on the interior, despite being like an obelisk. Every floor seems to have four rooms at the center, with a small walkway circling them, and then a lone stair case that spirals upwards. Sweiza can only wonder how many floors are located upwards.

  Going up two floors, Sweiza sees a peculiar sight at one of the windows. A night time sky greets her with many strange orbs and wisps of illumination in the distance. Thousands of stars dot the sky, they shine and twinkle like orbs that are brighter than normal stars. A lake in the distance appears to be illuminated; moving orbs that she can only describe as fireflies also dot the landscape. Under them are many rows of strangely illuminated flowers. Their green stalks sway in an unknown and silent wind.

  She listens for the wind, but can barely hear it.

  The field of flowers also has patches of green. The green also illuminates. It seems to move upward in the distance. A large glowing, but half-finished circle is also further up the mountain. She can only assume that is where she is supposed to go next.

  Out of curiosity she views the next window. It is the same scene, but things have changed. The sky is filled with twilight and a golden aurora. It rains a golden veiled mist.

  A very peculiar sight indeed!

  In the distance the lake glows a golden yellow. Sweiza’s interest is perked at this. However, what gets her attention are the flowers which have stopped swaying in the wind. Instead there is what she can describe only as a yellow mist hovering over them; rather, it appears to be a golden fog. Her eyes dart up the mountainside. The glow of the sigil is there, but golden markings also surround it.

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  She runs to the next window. She gasps. Sprite stops just short of her.

  “What? What is it?”

  Sweiza looks from him to the landscape outside.

  It is clear it is afternoon with the sun high in the sky, but things have turned very wrong. The lake is dry and sandy. The flowers have turned into brown husks; the grass no longer grows a brilliant green, but is rather a dull grey. The sigil up the mountain has turned to a dull blue.

  “What gives?!” Sprite chirps as Sweiza shrugs. Sweiza looks in the direction of the next window. Sprite takes one look at her and zooms off. He lets out an alarm chirp and Sweiza is left to ignore the possible danger.

  It is winter, with the morning sun rising in the sky. Many dots of people in the distance walk in the snow. Sweiza squints and sees they are not people, they are too long to be people. She summons Strife’s spyglass. Closer inspection shows the ‘dots’ are in fact spiders. The spiders are unusual looking with bristled legs, green bodies and red eyes. Their fangs are quite prominent… and carrying something!

  Sweiza is horrified at what she realizes they are. The spyglass disappears in her hand as she steps back. Her hands clap up to her mouth as her eyes widen and her chest births more air. She feels her blood run amok with a nasty sickness. She turns away from the window. Sprite closes his eyes knowing he will have to talk sense into her.