🔍"How does an entire person disappear into the walls like this...?"
🕰️ "With careful planning, I suppose. Having found this room... You're Rodger, yes?"
🔍"How do you figure that without an introduction?"
🕰️ "I get the distinct feeling I'm not supposed to talk to you — and I desperately want to see what's inside your briefcase."
🔍 "It's just investigative work; I don't believe it's anything you would want to ruminate on."
🕰️ "Sounds fascinating, actually."
I've been told that smashing these glass faces together is called timecapsule and I think that's cutieful ehehe 🫶 because I'm utterly deranged I'll probably also refer to it as originalsin in my own head
The terrible duality of being both the snake and the apple, to be knowledge that craves to be sought yet knowing that yearning to be found only dooms a seeker of knowledge to potential suffering — we're banned from communicating, but I think that only draws us more. Is it because you're fascinating? Is that why I'm not allowed? Let's whisper our secrets in the dark behind closed doors so as not to be overheard; I want to know everything, I want to talk forever, will you lend me your time?