You haven't seen  Paul in a long time.
Per usual, there is no way to tell the passage of time at the Absence-Abscess. 

So you wait, and wait, and wait.

You nearly allow yourself to become comfortable in his absence. Some of you establish routines and begin cultivating relationships. Progression is happening even in this stagnant place.

The Goddess of Memory, Adore, has joined you now as well. She never leaves her room but always welcomes visitors.

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A strong tug in the pit of your stomach started it. A gentle gnaw, a pure instinct, to seek out Adore. It was universal and renowned as you all approach her domain. She waited inside, beckoning you all in, before bowing her head.

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"You must keep going. I must send you back. Forgive me."

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You feel her tear-pool underpaw begin to rise up around your ankles. You don't have any time to protest. It is gentle and beckoning. You feel no fear. Starbites dart around in playful dips and dives, surrounding you and your companions in a matter of seconds. Through the hum of a million stars, your body gives away. ​

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And when you stand again, you stand on Earth.

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