[A stranger talking to him is a welcome invitation, after the brief irritation at being bought back to the beginning of this street again and again. There's new writing on the walls that hadn't been there before, he's sure of it— but still, he says "almost" stuck. An illusion can't keep him here forever!
And he's rather certain it can't extend upwards forever, too. Anyway, he finally looks over at Hazel instead of up at the sky with his pondering— hello.]
...It would be a shame if our pretty faces were lost here forever. Why don't we find the source of this together, then?
illusions
[A stranger talking to him is a welcome invitation, after the brief irritation at being bought back to the beginning of this street again and again. There's new writing on the walls that hadn't been there before, he's sure of it— but still, he says "almost" stuck. An illusion can't keep him here forever!
And he's rather certain it can't extend upwards forever, too. Anyway, he finally looks over at Hazel instead of up at the sky with his pondering— hello.]
...It would be a shame if our pretty faces were lost here forever. Why don't we find the source of this together, then?