#ooo ouch

How did people do it? Live on that fettering place called reality. When Lunafreya closed her eyes at night, she could hear soft and sullen creaking, the whirring of gears and clicking joints and the friction between parts. What sort of miserable reality was that? One where she knew what she thought of herself was false, that it was just her mind conceiving it for her, yet she still heard the rust and artifice beneath her bones no matter what she tried and convince herself of? The Oracle folded her arms, averting her gaze as not to burn Mariana down with jealousy. “I wish I could choose. I wish I could return to reality whenever I liked.”