[She is, admittedly, kind of harsh.] It's a room. A room wouldn't be about a single memory.

[Suddenly you feel constricted, thorns digging into your body. Red vines that are painfully ripping your life out of you, bleeding you out, tearing your flesh, until finally….you die.]

[Tick.]

[Heroic]

[Tock.]

[Just]

[BONG]

[You feel your body break down again, as it did for godtier, pulling, pulling everything back, until you snap back, whole, in the air. Completely fine.]