>"I am not wholly certain. I've just had a curious and somewhat unsettling experience. It is somewhat difficult to describe, but... you know how I said that the power flowing from Patchouli reminded me of... something? Well, the more I pondered it, the more convinced I became that there was some old memory it was linked to, something somehow shared between Patchouli and myself - something unpleasant, though I still cannot remember what. But what is more unsettling, the harder I tried to think about it, the colder the room seemed to become, like a deep chill was settling into me. I don't mean the metaphorically. I think there is something more to this than just an unpleasant memory. There seemed to be some sort of presence in the room, vaguely and briefly; I could not sense it well myself, and it started to fade as soon as my concentration was broken. But whatever this is unnerves me, and I don't want to simply let it rest without looking further."
