Frightening thought: what if everyone else is a figment of my imagination?
Comforting thought: what if I am just a figment of everyone's imagination, an idea, a mere passing fancy?
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26 year old plural system mostly going by Sizhen or Wires.
(I publish under the name Nora Hikari)
Frightening thought: what if everyone else is a figment of my imagination?
Comforting thought: what if I am just a figment of everyone's imagination, an idea, a mere passing fancy?