"Come. Follow..."
Adam's voice echos as his body morphs, becoming spires of golden light that began rapidly shifting away in spurts, almost as if dematerializing and rematerializing over, and over.
“They would go inside due to the lowering temperature, they cannot handle the cold as well. Though I do recall children would pile the leaves and leap in the pile.”
"I don't remember much, sadly. All I remember from that moment was me lying in a pool of blood, writhing in pain, while my memories started to fade away."
"I don't really know much myself, Operator. I don't remember much about what happened before and after I woke up. Last thing I remember is... dying on top of a white tower."