[ @ask-theguard ] ??? the Smeargle: The light is blinding in this space and something tells them they should not look directly at the being that is speaking. With their head tipped low to let the 'hat' avert their eyes, they ask with a nervous tone, "Wh-what preparations are being made?"
"Thou inquires about the preparations...
... I understand.
In due time, a story shall begin...
A story about many an unfortunate soul... A story of futility, of hope...
... And the rest, thou shall learn with thine own eyes..."