[Nothing in particular but if she moves closer to the front, toward center stage the feelings she was picking up before do shift.
There's a sense of love. Just devoted adoration and respect. Janis will feel it filling her whole chest to the point of near overwhelming. But after a few moments it stars to turn. There's a sinking sense of repetition, of that feeling of love slowly souring and compounding because you're stuck you're trapped you're stuck. You hate this place. You love this place.
It was beautiful but now It's sour Yes it's all Gone sour]
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There's a sense of love. Just devoted adoration and respect. Janis will feel it filling her whole chest to the point of near overwhelming. But after a few moments it stars to turn. There's a sinking sense of repetition, of that feeling of love slowly souring and compounding because you're stuck you're trapped you're stuck. You hate this place. You love this place.
It was beautiful but now
It's sour
Yes it's all
Gone sour]