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Surreal.
If it weren't for the near-paralyzing coldness of the caverns, Garnet would have trouble believing this was something more than a fantasy. The strangeness of her travel companions only added to that—Steiner, faithfully trudging behind her, helping her when she slipped; Vivi, so in need of his own knight's guiding hand; and the thief with a tail, still cheery despite obviously being cold, who was leading the way.
But despite the fact that she was going to be sick after this, despite the fact that weird monsters kept attacking them, (or maybe because of those things), the beauty of the ice cavern was absolutely undiminished. It held the secrets of scholars, the mystique of players, and the beauty of artists in its hands. Ethereal, it reminded her of the legend of Alexander, protector of Men, who was turned into a divine being and tasked with guarding the city. Garnet had always loved the part where his body radiated with light and the wings sprouted from his shoulders…
That sort of becoming, haunted and angelic—that was what she saw here in the fractals of ice and the untouched snow.