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Hmmm... nope, nothing other than there not being a way to town.
Yeah... how about you picture it and will it to appear? This is you after all, it should work much like a lucid dream or your imagination...
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Hmmm... nope, nothing other than there not being a way to town.
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Those live here back home. If you don't bother them, they probably won't bother you.
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What is it you’re trying to get at from that angle?
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*Raises an eyebrow to this question*
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That was an impressive trick! How'd you do it?
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*Squints through it at the shift of brightness, and flicks the wrist of my hand out to my side, dissolving the ball of light into a small bunch of fading sparkles*
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I have a cousin who goes to the beach. I like forests more though.
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*Floats past the both of you, my feet drooping my the ankles and my toes just barely above the floor*
I have to admit, this does give haunted house vibes. And the kind you’d usually sign a waiver for. Mysterious and exciting!
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I've come to find out that people get scared by haunted houses, but when you really think about it, wouldn't you also be upset if someone walked into your home uninvited?
*Once the path levels out, we stand in front of the forested entrance to a murky swamp, still colored chickenscratch-red by the lamp but fading quickly through its thick foliage*
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Absolutely.
*Holds out my index finger and manifests a ball of bright white light that floats just beyond my fingertip*
Good thing you invited us.
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*Nods in response, as the light reveals a rotted boardwalk leading into the swamp, missing slats every few yards*
What are we looking for, exactly?
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Something that feels foreign to you, I would imagine. Something that feels like it doesn’t belong, in a place that’s literally entirely yourself should be a good indicator, yeah?
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*Frowns*
What a weird thing to say. It's just a decoration.
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*Once we pass the light post, a pair of withered lips sprouts from its neck and issues a gurgled warning to turn back*
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Well, yeah—it is! Red's my favorite color, and look at all of this!
*Twirls with my hands extended*
It's like a storybook!
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Edgy? What do you mean by that?
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Good things, right?