[ It's bittersweet to see the progression of youths, most younger than him, that make up the jolly procession. They seem happy, but one has to wonder how long they've lived here—did they die as babes and grow up here? Does anyone age? It seems a shame either way, to have so many young lives lost.
Maybe it's the shared line of thought that hits them both. Or maybe it's random happenstance. But his vision swirls violently, and there's a sense of vertigo, like the moment one falls in a dream and the startling collision into the waking world that follows.
Except when he 'wakes' up, he's not even looking at the same scene as before. The crowd has changed slightly, still energized, but he doesn't have the same neighbors that he did before. Or the clothes that he was wearing. Or... anything of his. His own body doesn't feel right, more compact than it should be, and the little endcap of his braid knocks against his neck when he startles.
...His braid? ]
What is this...?
[ His voice? He claps a hand over his mouth and tries not to panic, but he's frantically looking around the crowd for an answer here. Not that it's hard to spot, because it's—he's—a head taller than most.
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Maybe it's the shared line of thought that hits them both. Or maybe it's random happenstance. But his vision swirls violently, and there's a sense of vertigo, like the moment one falls in a dream and the startling collision into the waking world that follows.
Except when he 'wakes' up, he's not even looking at the same scene as before. The crowd has changed slightly, still energized, but he doesn't have the same neighbors that he did before. Or the clothes that he was wearing. Or... anything of his. His own body doesn't feel right, more compact than it should be, and the little endcap of his braid knocks against his neck when he startles.
...His braid? ]
What is this...?
[ His voice? He claps a hand over his mouth and tries not to panic, but he's frantically looking around the crowd for an answer here. Not that it's hard to spot, because it's—he's—a head taller than most.
He's literally staring at himself. ]