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...At least I can still discern hot from cold, I suppose.
But then again, it's a strange, indescribable cold, the weather outside. The sort of cold that, by closest comparison, might come from immersing yourself entirely in numbingly cold water. Every movement of air, however weak, I can still feel so sharp and acute against me. Every brush of wind is pungent, almost painful.
...This way of experiencing everything, besides being disturbing as hell, I find on a daily basis tends to be extremely inconvenient. I have yet to find anything it's truly good for, other than possibly being sometimes able to convince myself that this is truly an alien planet and I'm not really hallucinating every minute of every hour of every day.
But then I remember that pretending is useless, and in either situation, I'm still the abnormal black sheep.
So... brain damage.
It's the only explanation, and yet the cleric said she found nothing immediately wrong with me. No abnormalities that would have been immediately detected even with such magical abilities.
So no one can identify it, then, if a healer can't. In that case, strictly speaking, it's all in my gut feeling.
But I know what I'm seeing. I have to live with it every waking moment and then some. If it's purely my imagination, then my imagination has sure gone to some great lengths to make it seem so real.
But then again, it's a strange, indescribable cold, the weather outside. The sort of cold that, by closest comparison, might come from immersing yourself entirely in numbingly cold water. Every movement of air, however weak, I can still feel so sharp and acute against me. Every brush of wind is pungent, almost painful.
...This way of experiencing everything, besides being disturbing as hell, I find on a daily basis tends to be extremely inconvenient. I have yet to find anything it's truly good for, other than possibly being sometimes able to convince myself that this is truly an alien planet and I'm not really hallucinating every minute of every hour of every day.
But then I remember that pretending is useless, and in either situation, I'm still the abnormal black sheep.
So... brain damage.
It's the only explanation, and yet the cleric said she found nothing immediately wrong with me. No abnormalities that would have been immediately detected even with such magical abilities.
So no one can identify it, then, if a healer can't. In that case, strictly speaking, it's all in my gut feeling.
But I know what I'm seeing. I have to live with it every waking moment and then some. If it's purely my imagination, then my imagination has sure gone to some great lengths to make it seem so real.