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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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[Actually, that's a lot of words to process and he's not sure what she means by "fresh innocent daisy" at all, so maybe he doesn't see? Oh well.]
Well, that is fine with me. Ah, I am starting to feel like I would like to "steal color vision" myself. It would be interesting to see what a "shrimp" sees~
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How'd humans even find out that shrimps can see better colours, anyway?
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