"What is it about life that is not fake...?"
He sat on his chair with his gaze directed at me. Roots slowly crept from the ground, entangling both his feet and arms.
The lighting surrounding the office space grew dim, casting an eerie and gloomy aura around that.
Despite the changes, his expression didn't show any signs of panic or change.
He continued to maintain his gaze on me.
"Am I here? Are you here...? Is anything in general here?"
He was speaking to me.
Something that had happened once before with the second leaf.
For what reason was it possible for him to speak to me...? It hadn't been the first time I had used the second leaf, and yet, this was only the second time I could interact with someone in their memories.
How...?
