Dreamdivyne is about to politely decline baptism and immediately start looting every trash can in Columbia. Controller in hand, eyes locked on the skyline like Booker just heard a barbershop quartet harmonizing ominously in the distance. There is already a mental note to check every corner for Voxophones because lore waits for no one.
If there is a glowing bottle of Salt tucked behind a patriotic propaganda poster, it will be found. A Fireman will absolutely drop from the ceiling at the worst possible moment and she will still manage a clean headshot while muttering about alternate timelines. But perhaps there needs to be a hose nearby, given the hotness radiating out of her and just how many breaks she has to take from the pure good vibes.
And just like that, it becomes one more area, one more side room, one more tear ripped open by Elizabeth. The lighthouse is always there. The constants remain. And the run is definitely not stopping before the next checkpoint as far as Dreamdivyne is concerned!
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