"[I came in through a cave. I was on an island. The airplane I was on crashed.]"
How can someone be so casual about the universe's end? Slowly, she turns around to look at the wall behind her.
"[Where is this door?]" That she wishes to go back isn't so much a statement of desire as a yearning for something -- anything -- familiar. Right now she has no wish to look back at the window: she doesn't understand it and doesn't want to understand it.
She wants to wake up. This must be a dream. People don't carry nightgowns into strange places like this from caves on islands.
That should not be how magic -- or anything -- works.
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How can someone be so casual about the universe's end? Slowly, she turns around to look at the wall behind her.
"[Where is this door?]" That she wishes to go back isn't so much a statement of desire as a yearning for something -- anything -- familiar. Right now she has no wish to look back at the window: she doesn't understand it and doesn't want to understand it.
She wants to wake up. This must be a dream. People don't carry nightgowns into strange places like this from caves on islands.
That should not be how magic -- or anything -- works.