[He's the same way. They've always been this way.]
... she... I doubt it. This is too vivid to be a mere hallucination. [Concord can lift the sand in his fists and let it drain out in so many individual grains. A dream would lack such details, or there would be something more surreal to the basic interactions. It's also so unfamiliar, so removed from their place and even time,]
I call it fake, but it is clearly very... constructed. It feels like mortal invention surrounds us on all sides. More vast than I've ever known. Like being the belly of one of those factories you are so protective of.
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[He's the same way. They've always been this way.]
... she... I doubt it. This is too vivid to be a mere hallucination. [Concord can lift the sand in his fists and let it drain out in so many individual grains. A dream would lack such details, or there would be something more surreal to the basic interactions. It's also so unfamiliar, so removed from their place and even time,]
I call it fake, but it is clearly very... constructed. It feels like mortal invention surrounds us on all sides. More vast than I've ever known. Like being the belly of one of those factories you are so protective of.