[he sort of shoves himself between Wei Wuxian and the memory; it's not as if he wants him burdened with this either...

the scenery fully goes dark around them. when their surroundings finish fading back on, they've separated at last - they're both on the stone floor of a perfectly round room with smooth walls and ceiling. there's an etched crystal chrysanthemum inlaid into the floor, only one petal lit so far.

there's a cheerful mechanical DING! that they recognize from past wish related experience, then silence.]