There's always a way to escape an illusion. This should be no different.
[ He comes over to witness this stone slab jutted out of the dirt. Some cobwebs lined on its edges, like they're meant to keep the headstone in place. Squints. ]
Whose grave is this?
[ Dim light brushes over and it's ROSA. Slowly, he turns to her? ]
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[ He comes over to witness this stone slab jutted out of the dirt. Some cobwebs lined on its edges, like they're meant to keep the headstone in place. Squints. ]
Whose grave is this?
[ Dim light brushes over and it's ROSA. Slowly, he turns to her? ]