[ At last, they're camping. There's no real sky above them, just the barrier. There's no real stars, either, but only the small, twinkling dots that are projected upon it.
But the modest fire crackling in front of them, lined by a ring of medium-sized stones, is real, and its warmth is real, and the person sitting beside her on a homemade patchwork quilt is also real. Behind them, their tent is set up-- also real. In front of them is the lake that had recently appeared; very real, too.
Pyra leans her shoulder against his upper arm. ] Do you want an extra blanket?
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But the modest fire crackling in front of them, lined by a ring of medium-sized stones, is real, and its warmth is real, and the person sitting beside her on a homemade patchwork quilt is also real. Behind them, their tent is set up-- also real. In front of them is the lake that had recently appeared; very real, too.
Pyra leans her shoulder against his upper arm. ] Do you want an extra blanket?