It is unmistakable. Velle is over there near the Pit, in not quite the exact indigo lace dress you made her, the one that you must have made her based on the Doll you had started during the Interviews. She’s in not that Dress but a Descendant of it. The drape is different, more refined. The Hat is at a more precipitous angle. The Veil’s pattern a more chaotically fractal foam.

She is older. She is giving you a warm and knowing look.

You rather inevitably walk over to her.

The four lumpy Spires straining skyward around the Pit draw your eye, as the fastened objects come close enough to recognize, a bit dizzying in their randomness: an assortment of Pottery, an abstract Painting, a number of Tomes, ceramic Disks spinning in Players, diverse Garments, even a Meal apparently preserved in some sort of Wax. All are facing inward toward the air above the Pit. All seem to be carefully and distinctively crafted, and of the utmost Quality.

Velle: “Have you joined us here, then? I wasn’t sure if I would be able to tell when it was you again, but I think it is?”

She seems to recognize that you’ve managed to be Anise Vanda again, in what appears to be a new time. She does not seem to mind this. Who was Anise Vanda in the meantime? If anyone?

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