[Weaving in and out between metaphor and reality will eventually leave you stranded on the reverse side of the world. Sayo wishes she could say she was surprised, but with how absolutely assblasted out of her mind she is on spice, this makes as much sense as anything else that has happened, will happen, no is happening, to her.
Is she a splinter of a Fragment of a piece imprinted on an alien reality? When she imagines it like, that, the true/false boolean of the first status hardly seems to matter.]
So am I. Whether to the Sayo Yasuda who is currently high on Cinnamon Toast Crunch, or if I am her, then I am a fiction to every person who penned my tale. Does it really matter how many layers deep we are?
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Is she a splinter of a Fragment of a piece imprinted on an alien reality? When she imagines it like, that, the true/false boolean of the first status hardly seems to matter.]
So am I. Whether to the Sayo Yasuda who is currently high on Cinnamon Toast Crunch, or if I am her, then I am a fiction to every person who penned my tale. Does it really matter how many layers deep we are?