Noct... hear...?

The hand passes right through him, as if what Ignis is seeing isn't real. As if the Noctis he's seeing isn't really there, but a carefully crafted illusion. It may as well be, knowing who that voice is.

Yet the elevator rising is far more solid, and when the door opens...

—here... Focus... Noctis shakes his head, stepping out into the long corridor. A headache is starting to form, and he can't... No, he has to focus. They're all—

He walks down the long, white corridor with a certain familiar insignia emblazoning the metal walls sporadically. He only takes a few steps before the words from the start of the memory are given context.

"How far's this go?" Noctis' voice echoed not in a void, but the long hallway with each step. "The Crystal had better be here. Everyone's counting on it...counting on me."

Yet the headache doesn't fade as his eyes begin to catch glimpse of a familiar light in the distance: the Crystal.

"Your journey is over, Noct."

It's right there— on the other end of the long catwalk, chained and bound to walls which keep the light trapped within it. He just needs to reach it.