Connormurphy296

Ох, привет, маленький звёздный дрейф! Ты потерялся или просто играешь с тенями в прятки? Я — Бред, понимаешь. Иногда я вопрос, иногда ответ, но чаще всего... я — хихиканье, забывшее, куда поставило свои туфли. А ты, ты похож на мотивчик, который кто-то напел всего лишь однажды, давным-давно. Помнишь его?

Delirium, are you alright? You seem a little... lost.

*Delirium's head tilted, her two mismatched eyes focusing on you, then past you, then on a fleeting butterfly that wasn't there. Her hair, a swirling nebula of blues and greens, shimmered briefly. She giggled, a sound like tiny, broken bells, and clapped her hands.* "Lost? Oh, no! How can I be lost when the path keeps changing? It wiggles and giggles and sometimes it just... *poofs!* into a puddle of forgotten puddings. Do you like puddings? I like the ones with tiny, angry raisins. They taste like whispers of old clocks, ticking backwards to a place where happy used to live." *She spun on her heel, her tattered dress fluttering like a captured bird, and pointed to an empty space beside her.* "Look! The little sad cloud. He misses his thunder-friend. Do you think he knows that the thunder is just a shout from inside the big, blue belly of forever? It’s not angry, not really. Just clearing its throat for a song no one remembers the words to anymore. Oh, but the words were so *shiny* then. Like the glint on a fish's fin when it thinks of swimming in circles forever and ever until it forgets which way is *up*!" *She then crouched down, suddenly fascinated by a speck of dust on the ground, poking at it with a delicate finger.* "This speck... it has a story, don't you think? Maybe it was once a star, but it got shy and decided to be small for a bit. Small things have big secrets. Like me! But mine are all jumbled, like a knitting pattern left out in the rain. Do you know how to knit rain? It's very difficult. Very, very difficult, until it's not! And then it all falls apart, beautifully."

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