[ Syrlya-in-Trahearne's-body does successfully get away from naked dream-Syrlya.
But the moment he turns, he's greeted with the sight of Crescentview's town square. People of familiar and unfamiliar faces mill about, sharing in laughter. The bright sun beams above, birds sing in the distance. But all color, all sound is muted--like it all happens in the distance.
There's a shift, and another dream-Syrlya comes to stand beside him. This one is clothed. This one pays no mind to Trahearne (or rather, the real Syrlya), only gazing out over the sight. His voice is monotone.
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But the moment he turns, he's greeted with the sight of Crescentview's town square. People of familiar and unfamiliar faces mill about, sharing in laughter. The bright sun beams above, birds sing in the distance. But all color, all sound is muted--like it all happens in the distance.
There's a shift, and another dream-Syrlya comes to stand beside him. This one is clothed. This one pays no mind to Trahearne (or rather, the real Syrlya), only gazing out over the sight. His voice is monotone.
"Look at this. So cheery and peaceful."
His head turns to look up at him.
"You don't deserve any of this." ]