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[there's a worried-looking Sora standing before the Sun God's altar, a broken necklace--made of sunstone--held loosely in his hand. he kneels, and places it on the shrine, frowning hard at the arrangement of broken gifts, and places his hands together in silent prayer.]

[looks like you just missed him. there used to be a Sora there, but now there's just a little gem-looking stone, in the shape of a sun, painted with the utmost care, in his place.]