Try being woken up from time to time with... innocuous questions.
It is exhausting.
[ She does not care about Dog Pants. ]
Mostly, you begin to get a feel for whom feels like whom. We each give off a different feeling, in this odd space of course.
[ Akua, for instance, feels like a desert at the apex of twilight, the night settling in, but the chill has not begun, it is blisteringly hot, with the eyes of twin stars staring down at you. You feel as if you are at the apex of something great, like you are staring down a chasm, the call of the void thundering from all sides. ]
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It is exhausting.
[ She does not care about Dog Pants. ]
Mostly, you begin to get a feel for whom feels like whom. We each give off a different feeling, in this odd space of course.
[ Akua, for instance, feels like a desert at the apex of twilight, the night settling in, but the chill has not begun, it is blisteringly hot, with the eyes of twin stars staring down at you. You feel as if you are at the apex of something great, like you are staring down a chasm, the call of the void thundering from all sides. ]