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There is ambient music playing in the background, like none you have every heard before. It chimes with the whispers of voices and bells, and feels like nostalgia unexplainable. Odd, white flakes begin to fall from the heavy grey sky, soft and powdery. You hear the light crunch of something strange, more delicate white on the ground. Unlike the fog, it is oddly solid, and yields tiny imprints of your feet after each step behind you.

In front of you is a table. There are two jars, one pink and one blue. The pink jar exudes a happy feeling, one of fondness and kindness. The blue jar emits one of sadness and a little bit of unresolved tension, as if waiting for something or someone.
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~[ Take the Pink Jar ]

You take the pink jar. It has a tag on it.

Drink Me.

As this is a Goddess Task, it would be foolish to choose anything else. You drink all the contents. Immediately, you feel its effects, as a soft, warm happiness overcomes you. You feel lightheaded, but also at peace. It doesn't even bother you when the table begins to spin, just the top of it, overflowing with cloth and then an assortment of snacks. The cake looks extremely resplendent, rich and tasteful covered in icing, while the cookie looks a little more ordinary, albeit not as decadent.

- [ Eat the Cookie ]

You take the cookie, and it calms you a bit. You don't feel as overwhelmed, but still, rather pleasant. You levelheadedly explore your options. Perhaps you should get something to drink. The opportunity arises in the form of tea cups. There is an a bright pink tea cup, covered in flower patterns, a very delicate looking ivory-white tea pot, and a worn, but sturdy yellow tea pot.

= [ Take the Yellow tea cup ]

Your Heart leaps a bit, in excitement. You feel like you've been waiting for something for a very, very long time, and now, it has finally revealed itself. You know, or some part of you, some part of you that clicks and connects, that this memory was, once, yours. {HOPEFUL BLEND}

There is ambient music playing in the background, like none you have every heard before. It chimes with the whispers of voices and bells, and feels like nostalgia unexplainable. Odd, white flakes begin to fall from the heavy grey sky, soft and powdery. You hear the light crunch of something strange, more delicate white on the ground. Unlike the fog, it is oddly solid, and yields tiny imprints of your feet after each step behind you.

In front of you is a table. There are two jars, one pink and one blue. The pink jar exudes a happy feeling, one of fondness and kindness. The blue jar emits one of sadness and a little bit of unresolved tension, as if waiting for something or someone.
__________________________

~[ Take the Pink Jar ]

You take the pink jar. It has a tag on it.

Drink Me.

As this is a Goddess Task, it would be foolish to choose anything else. You drink all the contents. Immediately, you feel its effects, as a soft, warm happiness overcomes you. You feel lightheaded, but also at peace. It doesn't even bother you when the table begins to spin, just the top of it, overflowing with cloth and then an assortment of snacks. The cake looks extremely resplendent, rich and tasteful covered in icing, while the cookie looks a little more ordinary, albeit not as decadent.

- [ Eat the Cake ]

You take a bite of the cake. It is extremely rich! Immediately the sensation rushes to your head of euphoria, and you feel a little overwhelmed. Perhaps you should get something to drink. The opportunity arises in the form of tea cups. There is an extremely ornate gold tea cup, covered in decorative shapes and what look like expensive materials, and a very colorful teacup, covered in bright red glittering hearts.

= [ Take the Colorful tea cup ]

You drink from the colorful tea pot, and the memory you immediately evoke is one of love. You feel cared for and ultimately at peace. You feel a warm, bubbling emotion that you almost can't describe, that makes your Heart beat a little too quickly, and wonderfully. You know, or some part of you, some part of you that clicks and connects, that this memory was, once, yours. {LOVING TEA}

There is ambient music playing in the background, like none you have every heard before. It chimes with the whispers of voices and bells, and feels like nostalgia unexplainable. Odd, white flakes begin to fall from the heavy grey sky, soft and powdery. You hear the light crunch of something strange, more delicate white on the ground. Unlike the fog, it is oddly solid, and yields tiny imprints of your feet after each step behind you.

In front of you is a table. There are two jars, one pink and one blue. The pink jar exudes a happy feeling, one of fondness and kindness. The blue jar emits one of sadness and a little bit of unresolved tension, as if waiting for something or someone.
__________________________

~ [ Take the Blue Jar ]

You take the blue jar. It has a tag on it:

Drink Me.

As this is a Goddess Task, it would be foolish to choose anything else. You drink all the contents. Immediately, you feel its effects, as you feel a mild concern, a dissatisfaction. You know there is something important you're forgetting, something you can't forget. The agitation begins to overflow as the table spins, just the top of it, spilling over with cloth and then an assortment of snacks. The cupcake looks fragile, tiny and lost, while the candies are slightly withered at best. Seated far away from the other two snacks is a slab of chocolate that almost seems to smoke maliciously.

- [ Eat the cupcake ]

You take a bite of the cupcake. It is as promised, unsatisfactory, but more than that your Heart begins to beat a little faster in trepidation and anticipation. Perhaps you should get something to drink. The opportunity arises in the form of tea cups. There is a pale white tea cup and a pale black one. Both are equally uncertain .

= [ Take the Black Tea Cup ]

You drink from the black teacup, and the memory you immediately evoke is one of helplessness. You feel a series of events begin to unfold and slowly, surely, smother and overwhelm you. You know, or some part of you, some part of you that clicks and connects, that this memory was, once, yours. {HELPLESS BLEND}

There is ambient music playing in the background, like none you have every heard before. It chimes with the whispers of voices and bells, and feels like nostalgia unexplainable. Odd, white flakes begin to fall from the heavy grey sky, soft and powdery. You hear the light crunch of something strange, more delicate white on the ground. Unlike the fog, it is oddly solid, and yields tiny imprints of your feet after each step behind you.

In front of you is a table. There are two jars, one pink and one blue. The pink jar exudes a happy feeling, one of fondness and kindness. The blue jar emits one of sadness and a little bit of unresolved tension, as if waiting for something or someone.
__________________________

~ [ Take the Blue Jar ]

You take the blue jar. It has a tag on it:

Drink Me.

As this is a Goddess Task, it would be foolish to choose anything else. You drink all the contents. Immediately, you feel its effects, as you feel a mild concern, a dissatisfaction. You know there is something important you're forgetting, something you can't forget. The agitation begins to overflow as the table spins, just the top of it, spilling over with cloth and then an assortment of snacks. The cupcake looks fragile, tiny and lost, while the candies are slightly withered at best. Seated far away from the other two snacks is a slab of chocolate that almost seems to smoke maliciously.

- [ Eat the Candies ]

You take a piece of candy. Immediately you feel guilty, for taking a candy perhaps, or perhaps for something else? Perhaps you should get something to drink. The opportunity arises in the form of tea cups. There are three of them, one a mottled black and green, one that almost hurts your eyes to look at, another that is a deep red that you just can't stare at for too long, while the last is a burnished orange that seems to emit a warning of some sort.

= [ Take the Sickly Orange tea cup ]

You drink from the red teacup, and the memory you immediately evoke is one of caution. Even as the events unfold, all you want to do is avert them, as every part of your Heart tells you to avoid this. You know, or some part of you, some part of you that clicks and connects, that this memory was, once, yours. {CAUTIOUS TEA}

There is ambient music playing in the background, like none you have every heard before. It chimes with the whispers of voices and bells, and feels like nostalgia unexplainable. Odd, white flakes begin to fall from the heavy grey sky, soft and powdery. You hear the light crunch of something strange, more delicate white on the ground. Unlike the fog, it is oddly solid, and yields tiny imprints of your feet after each step behind you.

In front of you is a table. There are two jars, one pink and one blue. The pink jar exudes a happy feeling, one of fondness and kindness. The blue jar emits one of sadness and a little bit of unresolved tension, as if waiting for something or someone.
__________________________

~ [ Take the Blue Jar ]

You take the blue jar. It has a tag on it:

Drink Me.

As this is a Goddess Task, it would be foolish to choose anything else. You drink all the contents. Immediately, you feel its effects, as you feel a mild concern, a dissatisfaction. You know there is something important you're forgetting, something you can't forget. The agitation begins to overflow as the table spins, just the top of it, spilling over with cloth and then an assortment of snacks. The cupcake looks fragile, tiny and lost, while the candies are slightly withered at best. Seated far away from the other two snacks is a slab of chocolate that almost seems to smoke maliciously.

- [ Eat the Chocolates ]

You take a bite of the chocolate. It is too rich, and immediately, several conflicting feelings settle in your Heart, making it feel heavy. You rarely have felt like this in the past; is this a new development in becoming a Queen? Perhaps you should get something to drink. The opportunity arises in the form of tea cups. There is a deep brown and red cup, unpleasantly shaped, a soaked dark blue cup with questionable contents floating within, and a grey cup that is literally smoking. All of them require quite a bit of courage.

= [ Take the Grey tea cup ]

You drink from the teacup, and the memory you immediate evoke twists and stabs your heart. You feel something cutting into you, shaking you with a feeling of deep dissatisfaction. You know, or some part of you, some part of you that clicks and connects, that this memory was, once, yours. {ENVIOUS TEA}