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jump to expanded postmy life is a dream and it is a dream consisting of endless reflections of streetlights and headlights and brakelights and stoplights and the vastness of the skies in the wet asphalt
wish i could fly into the reflection world, the other half of reality
βͺvisual novel backgrounds aren't blurry they're just photos from the other side of the reflective plane formed by the pooling rainβ¬
there's a suspicious girl there who will just laugh if you try to guess who she is or what she's doing there
is the light really originating above the surface? like with the head of a mushroom, is it not the part underneath where most of the organism lies, and the light above the reflection just its shiniest facet?