Our Isle of Life? [ see, she paid attention to ariane's excited chatter about art after all. her hand stays on ariane's cheek, cradling her face as her own eyes start to slip closed again. quietly: ]
None of it feels real, yet. But it is. I know it is.
[ it has to be. as much as "reality" is a fuzzy concept at best, now. ]
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None of it feels real, yet. But it is. I know it is.
[ it has to be. as much as "reality" is a fuzzy concept at best, now. ]