Sheogorath listens to Radar sing, quietly smiling to himself.
Sanity is an illusion, isn't it? We drift from equilibrium to equilibrium of thought in a sea of uncertainty, imagination, and cognitive flux. It's like dreaming, only we're awake, and in that waking-dreaming we're endlessly stumbling across fears and nightmares and incomparable bliss. At least, that's how it seems. But what would a madman know, ay?
"Well... shall we go home? We've bombarded your lovely little mortal mind with quite a lot today, and it seems like it's stayed intact for the most part. Of course, we can keep at this a little longer, if you're inclined to."
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Date: 2025-01-27 07:15 pm (UTC)From:Sanity is an illusion, isn't it? We drift from equilibrium to equilibrium of thought in a sea of uncertainty, imagination, and cognitive flux. It's like dreaming, only we're awake, and in that waking-dreaming we're endlessly stumbling across fears and nightmares and incomparable bliss. At least, that's how it seems. But what would a madman know, ay?
"Well... shall we go home? We've bombarded your lovely little mortal mind with quite a lot today, and it seems like it's stayed intact for the most part. Of course, we can keep at this a little longer, if you're inclined to."