>Let's enter, hand in hand
>Kiku's face mirrors your own sense of peace. Or are you sharing in hers? You're not sure, but for right now, that doesn't matter. What matters is what lies ahead of you both. With no hesitation, you and your shrine maiden friend step forward into the light.
>When the light fades, you find yourself standing in a heavily forested landscape, overlapping barks and fronds growing from no ground you can discern. If there is ground here, it must be completely concealed beneath the jungle before, above and below you. And everywhere, the ugly grey vines you saw before, growing around and sometimes through trees, leaves, plants, marring the colors with their ugliness. Instinctively, you sense that this is how Kiku's subconscious manifests itself to her, at least in part. Without her presence and proximity, you could not see it before.
>Rather than comment on either the jungle or the grey vines, Kiku sighs, a peaceful sigh. Possibly the first time you've ever heard her make such a sound. Despite her private nature, and usually severe bearing, she makes absolutely no effort to remove her hand from yours.