"Woah," Frisk says, instinctively keeping their voice low. Somehow, this place demanded... reverence. This chamber was sacred, somehow, even moreso than the rest of the shrine. They gawk at the candelabras as they approach the statue of Phoenix, brow furrowing as they try to read the inscription and fail. "Um, Uendo, can you take a look-- wait, hold on."
Frisk digs out their iMog slate, scrolling through the archives all the way back to August, when the Baha-Bomb had first dropped. They show their screen to Madhuri, open to the first page of Kupoto's storybook. "Hey, um. This is just a hunch, but... do you think you could play this melody on your guitar? No harm in trying."
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Frisk digs out their iMog slate, scrolling through the archives all the way back to August, when the Baha-Bomb had first dropped. They show their screen to Madhuri, open to the first page of Kupoto's storybook. "Hey, um. This is just a hunch, but... do you think you could play this melody on your guitar? No harm in trying."