[ Realistically - logically - Hua Cheng knows. He knows himself, and he knows people, to a degree that is both laughable and painful at times. A part of himself knows that this isn't real, because if it were, these people wouldn't still be walking around. This city wouldn't even have a whisper of life left to it. There wouldn't be the telltale curses thrown at him that he remembers from his childhood. Hell, even Wei Wuxian wouldn't be there.
But logic is always fleeting in dreams, even when you're cognizant of the fact it's probably a dream. Such things are buried under the worst thoughts you could imagine, and the ones that you can't.
Loss, tragedy, destruction. The themes are there, and they're known. Hua Cheng scoffs at them in the real world, but it's because they exist here, in memories and nightmares kept in his recall.
Wei Wuxian moves, and the people don't pay him any mind. That dark eye follows him, though, the human intellect behind a monstrous facade still apparent. The hostility is still there, but the disinterest fades when Wei Wuxian's voice breaks through the cacophony of voices, ears swiveling towards him. Something seems to stir recognition in him, refocusing, because even in the worst of dreams... ]
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But logic is always fleeting in dreams, even when you're cognizant of the fact it's probably a dream. Such things are buried under the worst thoughts you could imagine, and the ones that you can't.
Loss, tragedy, destruction. The themes are there, and they're known. Hua Cheng scoffs at them in the real world, but it's because they exist here, in memories and nightmares kept in his recall.
Wei Wuxian moves, and the people don't pay him any mind. That dark eye follows him, though, the human intellect behind a monstrous facade still apparent. The hostility is still there, but the disinterest fades when Wei Wuxian's voice breaks through the cacophony of voices, ears swiveling towards him. Something seems to stir recognition in him, refocusing, because even in the worst of dreams... ]
You shouldn't be here.
[ ... Wei Wuxian is Wei Wuxian is Wei Wuxian. ]