LILIS

This room is not real.
That's the first thought that crosses your mind as soon as your consciousness comes back up. You're not even sure if that's your own thought, but the feeling doesn't leave no matter how much time has passed. The room looks nice and cozy, but everything feels wrong. You don't belong here, you're you, aren't you?
Aren't you?
You'll soon notice that there are other things that just isn't right. You can talk, but is your mouth moving? You can see, but are your eyes blinking? You also have ball joints. Nothing hurts, and you're fine, but it's a little weird!

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Heart or hands are the next — Evocative organs. Throat, too. Feelings could be gentle, like despair, or cruel, like hope.
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Steal despair from sensitIV, steal, I don't know, confidence from avante. Protect morals and — Heart?
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Also, I don't want despair for us. Let's bring it down to, hm, pessimism.
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