[ dextera is listening, since he’s very good at that. now that he’s hearing the other path described, it’s easier to recall his own dream in more clarity by contrast alone—but it’s not a good memory, by any means.
the darkness at the end had been comforting, in a way, but waking up again has only reminded him of the of all the displeasures of the experience. so he shakes his head more firmly, emphasizing that such a description is far from what he knows. ]
…
[ he places his hand over his heart and squeezes. it had been intense. ]
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the darkness at the end had been comforting, in a way, but waking up again has only reminded him of the of all the displeasures of the experience. so he shakes his head more firmly, emphasizing that such a description is far from what he knows. ]
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[ he places his hand over his heart and squeezes. it had been intense. ]