Presto’s mind wanders, swimming through waves of twisted realities. He can…not see them, that wouldn’t be right. Sense them. Remember them? It’s all very confusing. He knows that he’s unconscious, but doesn’t know how. He saw himself fall, almost from outside his own mind. This is not a situation he’s had the pleasure of knowing before.
Fortunately, it seems temporary. The pinpricks of light representing a thousand thousand existences begin to coalesce, his mind feels less overwhelmed, less shattered than it did a moment ago, a few minutes ago, a lifetime ago. In his strange existential prison, all he can do is wait.
Ezz. sent a note to annex
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