[ aw. there's a little blip of sadness again - the thought makes him miss ellie, but there's warmth to it too, as he steps back from the window to smile at fidelio, folding his hands behind his back. ]
I wish there were people around. Candy or otherwise - I would love to ask them questions about living like this. This is someone's version of heaven, after all.
[ he says with a hum - there's a glimmer of brightness in his emotions, the spark of curiosity and knowledge that burns as warm as a candle. ]
When I explored the library with Miss Neverah, we managed to find the heavenly archives. I probably spent a bit too long there reading everything I could, and while there wasn't any information to help our current situation, there were records of places that were specifically designed for the comfort of Heavenly arrivals.
So... I think this place could easily be something like that. Someone, somewhere out there, thinks heavens should be a place where the walls are made of candy - whether that's a fantasy, or because it's their day to day life.
Isn't that amazing? [ the spark blooms outwards, warm, genuinely flush with the wonder of a thousand perspectives, a thousand new places. the moments before things go badly here are when things do feel like paradise. ] Either someone felt this was paradise, or... somewhere out there, there's a whole world that functions like this, where the structures are made of sugar and the animals are made of cake.
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[ aw. there's a little blip of sadness again - the thought makes him miss ellie, but there's warmth to it too, as he steps back from the window to smile at fidelio, folding his hands behind his back. ]
I wish there were people around. Candy or otherwise - I would love to ask them questions about living like this. This is someone's version of heaven, after all.
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Is that what these places are s'posed to be? These different areas.
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[ he says with a hum - there's a glimmer of brightness in his emotions, the spark of curiosity and knowledge that burns as warm as a candle. ]
When I explored the library with Miss Neverah, we managed to find the heavenly archives. I probably spent a bit too long there reading everything I could, and while there wasn't any information to help our current situation, there were records of places that were specifically designed for the comfort of Heavenly arrivals.
So... I think this place could easily be something like that. Someone, somewhere out there, thinks heavens should be a place where the walls are made of candy - whether that's a fantasy, or because it's their day to day life.
Isn't that amazing? [ the spark blooms outwards, warm, genuinely flush with the wonder of a thousand perspectives, a thousand new places. the moments before things go badly here are when things do feel like paradise. ] Either someone felt this was paradise, or... somewhere out there, there's a whole world that functions like this, where the structures are made of sugar and the animals are made of cake.