The land of departure. He knew this place, somewhat. A bastion of keyblade wielders even as the darkness spread. He’d never visited it, but he had heard tell especially in the time around its founding. Now visiting it, far into the future, he found it to be just as much a haven of light that it had always been.
...That was a comfort. Often in his travels across dreams, across times, across worlds, he saw places become eclipsed by the dark, or even destroyed. Seeing that there was at least one place where they keyblade could be handed down was nice.
Ephemera looked around at the world around him. The mountains, the water, it was peaceful. And then there was the castle, as massive and impressive as the one in Daybreak Town. He automatically wanted to investigate. So he did, albeit as sneakily as he could.