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>>67456001
>I saw them again today.
>The boxes, detailing every detail, action and thought of my day.
>No matter how much I tried to touch them, to feel them, I couldn't.
>They simply move away at the same speed that I get closer.
>I've tried throwing objects, but they just phase right through.
>Fang couldn't see it, Trish couldn't see it, not even Reed could.
>Am I some visual novel protagonist smuchk for people to project themselves onto?
>Are these thoughts even mine? Or just some programmed flavor text?
>I'm just a empty puppet, in a stage full of empty puppets, ready to dance and play out our lives, for the audience demands an encore, over, and over again.
Fin, something simple.
>I saw them again today.
>The boxes, detailing every detail, action and thought of my day.
>No matter how much I tried to touch them, to feel them, I couldn't.
>They simply move away at the same speed that I get closer.
>I've tried throwing objects, but they just phase right through.
>Fang couldn't see it, Trish couldn't see it, not even Reed could.
>Am I some visual novel protagonist smuchk for people to project themselves onto?
>Are these thoughts even mine? Or just some programmed flavor text?
>I'm just a empty puppet, in a stage full of empty puppets, ready to dance and play out our lives, for the audience demands an encore, over, and over again.
Fin, something simple.