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"Perhaps... murder?" Emeraldine murmured, glancing at the dried bloodstains across the large room where they had arrived. "There are stains here and there, but none are fresh. They're very old... something terrible happened here."
"Yeah. I keep asking the ghosts, but they only say the one behind this manor is someone who's been... erased from everyone's memory," Maria said, scanning the room. "I assume Carnivalis was the same. This world and Carnivalis—they're not like Planets or even the Realms we've visited. These are... Memories of a World, distorted and warped between dimensions. That's why they feel so strange. They're like..."
"Like dreams? Nightmare realms?" Alma suggested.
"Exactly," Maria nodded. "That might explain why this place is filled with Nightmare Essence. Carnivalis didn't have that... Maybe because it was more distorted, while this place is imbued with Mana—or something else."
