[Frieda hardly knows what to look at first - the box displaying a moving image, the enormous cat that looms over them (and somehow doesn't frighten her, despite her bad history with oversized creatures), the rainbow-coloured staircase...
After a moment, she tentatively approaches the tree that seems to be growing right out of the floor (holding up her wet dress and robe bunched up at knee height in a futile attempt to not drip muddy water all over the place, leaving her sole sandal behind) - though halfway there, she gets distracted by what looks like a small shrine near it, just a framed picture flanked by burning candles. Stepping up to it, she recognises Mari, and she's all but speechless.]
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After a moment, she tentatively approaches the tree that seems to be growing right out of the floor (holding up her wet dress and robe bunched up at knee height in a futile attempt to not drip muddy water all over the place, leaving her sole sandal behind) - though halfway there, she gets distracted by what looks like a small shrine near it, just a framed picture flanked by burning candles. Stepping up to it, she recognises Mari, and she's all but speechless.]
This can't be a painting..!
[It's incredibly life-like!]