she sees the rotted limbs grasp at the chandelure, but she never hears its spindly lacquered limbs break. persephone has lost pokemon before due to, perhaps, her own recklessness, and this dream-like manifestation of guilt isn't altogether that uncommon.

persephone turns away from the assault quickly, catching only the slideshow visuals of other pokemon being overwhelmed too. the gardevoir's tug at her arm and an inhuman scream alert her to the front doors being opened and she follows everyone inside.

the salt in the wound has to be ghosts - these strange dream chandelure that float overhead in a manner that, while certainly graceful, feels off compared to the way her own pokemon moved. persephone pauses to look back in the direction of the courtyard. merely nightmare or no, she misses whist.

in the eerie lighting, persephone takes a moment to examine the portraiture and the strange pokemon depicted in it. she had seen the shadow of it outside, but even looking at the pokemon closely now, it doesn't seem like an ultrabeast, which is a small blessing.

up ahead, people begin to separate themselves among the three marked elevator doors, and persephone doesn't take long to make her choice because ill-truth or no, only one option felt even remotely descriptive. the fact that this one drew her closes to FERNANDO SILPH is just an added bonus.