[Frieda would probably be surprised to know that none of the contents of this room scare Sunny… which is a feat by normal standards.
But since this place came right from his dreams, crafted into a safe haven… it’s like a homecoming, in a way. (And a nice one at that. He would honestly feel worse if they had showed up at his house in Faraway Town instead.)]
It’s… a tree… [He explains, placing one hand against the bark. Yet, to someone who isn’t used to Headspace, there is a strange quality to it, like the tree exists but isn’t real (which wouldn’t be inaccurate). To call it a painting wouldn’t be the worst analogy.]
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But since this place came right from his dreams, crafted into a safe haven… it’s like a homecoming, in a way. (And a nice one at that. He would honestly feel worse if they had showed up at his house in Faraway Town instead.)]
It’s… a tree… [He explains, placing one hand against the bark. Yet, to someone who isn’t used to Headspace, there is a strange quality to it, like the tree exists but isn’t real (which wouldn’t be inaccurate). To call it a painting wouldn’t be the worst analogy.]