[At first nothing gives. Just another fruitless endeavor. Nothing here matters... except the smallest action. An attempt to break through and to change.
Then suddenly cracks appear, spiderwebbing in all directions, distorting both Chrono's reflection and the sea behind the barrier. A small chip of glass falls away leaving a small hole. Light flows between the two spaces.]
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Then suddenly cracks appear, spiderwebbing in all directions, distorting both Chrono's reflection and the sea behind the barrier. A small chip of glass falls away leaving a small hole. Light flows between the two spaces.]