Sunbeam Lair and he, of his high comrade sorrow dreaming

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There is an aching familiarity to this place, and it keeps him longer than he'd intended on staying. He doesn't even know what has drawn him so far from home; it simply feels right to wander, like he was made for it. So he's here — far from the only place he can draw up in his memories, yet somehow feeling crushed by the weight of the familiarity of the cavern he stands in now. He takes in a slow breath, trailing along the jagged wall with the tip of his tail brushing its rocky surface. It's a magnificent sight, lit up by fragments of golden sunlight spilling in through the broken ceiling — and it fills him with a deep, aching sadness for reasons he can't put a name to. He moves toward the center of the vast space, settling back on his haunches with his tail curled around his paws. His ears fold back slightly as he glances around, shivering and wondering if his memories will return to him. Maybe if he stays here a little longer...