[Laughing, she lays on the ground, watching the world drift by. It's like some of the programs that had been written, except it feels so real...realer than the programs, as she can't reach out to anything to change it. Strangely, the lack of control leaves her at ease. No work for now. Just enjoyment. Just a moment to understand everything.
She speaks softly when she collects herself, eyes at some distant point.]
A man dreamed he was a butterfly, then dreamed he was a man. Which is which? Shall they be friends?
Simone Beauregard | OC
She speaks softly when she collects herself, eyes at some distant point.]
A man dreamed he was a butterfly, then dreamed he was a man. Which is which? Shall they be friends?