He was quiet again as he tried to figure out how else to phrase it, narrowing his eyes, looking down. "Their presence is... wrong. Some are correct. Others... it feels like they aren't there. One can touch them. Hear them. See them. ...But they don't feel right." In this case, he meant at all, but he wasn't sure he ought to say that yet. "...Like an illusion."
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Date: 2023-10-17 01:23 am (UTC)From: