[The recreation of the ruins is quickly becoming Jessica's go-to place for alone time and moping; it's fairly remote, nobody hangs out there, and it's closed in enough for privacy. Because when you are flopped on the stone floor drawing abstract doodles in your notebook, you really need to be able to focus and avoid interruptions.]

[When she realizes she's on candid camera again, she just sighs.] Is this really interesting enough that someone else needs to see it? Or am I expected to make some sort of video confessional now?

I'm really starting to hate this place.

[Kuja is standing in front of her Treehouse (adjacent to Sora's), smiling at the Vine as the mirror opens. This is obviously not an accidental filming. Kuja addresses the audience formally, with a slight bow.]

Good day.

I would like to announce a project I have undertaken. For it to be a success, I require the assistance of other residents of our gilded prison. It's come to my attention that with the correct application of magic, memory, and concentration, we can create works of art and literature from our own worlds using the miraculous soil.

With that in mind, I am organizing the creation of both a library and a museum. There is already a library here, of course, and though there are some fine volumes in it, it is, might say, lacking in a few areas. So why not make our own? Imagine the possibilities--the art and poetry, stories and sciences of so many other worlds, combined and displayed here, for the enjoyment, education, and enlightenment of all.

If any among you have interest in such a project and would be willing to recreate masterpieces from your world, please respond to me, Kuja. Thank you.