There’s a moment, a wash of energy that makes it feel like Raine’s skin might simply unravel off their form, then the meadow…fractures. Splintering breaks shake through the grass and sky like shattering glass and what reveals under the falling flakes is a stage. The roar of an applauding crowd in the darkness of the lit wooden platform greets them and Milo stands. Or rather, unfolds.
“We can be anywhere. It’s such a thin shred of paper in one’s mind to hold back the doubt and uncertainty. This wood is as real as the grass a moment ago and the metal a moment before that. So tell me why I’m here…and then ask me why you are.”
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There’s a moment, a wash of energy that makes it feel like Raine’s skin might simply unravel off their form, then the meadow…fractures. Splintering breaks shake through the grass and sky like shattering glass and what reveals under the falling flakes is a stage. The roar of an applauding crowd in the darkness of the lit wooden platform greets them and Milo stands. Or rather, unfolds.
“We can be anywhere. It’s such a thin shred of paper in one’s mind to hold back the doubt and uncertainty. This wood is as real as the grass a moment ago and the metal a moment before that. So tell me why I’m here…and then ask me why you are.”