[He's lifting his hand in the space between the two of you, and two keys materialize. The first seems like it is more rust and algae and moss than it is metal, and water oozes from its every crack. The other seems alight with ghostly, magenta light, and seems to be made of so many colors that it's a strange sort of white that isn't quite white. It is also thin, elegant, and broken in the wrong places. What pours from it are whispers.]
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[He's lifting his hand in the space between the two of you, and two keys materialize. The first seems like it is more rust and algae and moss than it is metal, and water oozes from its every crack. The other seems alight with ghostly, magenta light, and seems to be made of so many colors that it's a strange sort of white that isn't quite white. It is also thin, elegant, and broken in the wrong places. What pours from it are whispers.]
Tear-Stained and Passion.