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Once upon a time, there were voices in one’s head. Those were called “thought bubbles”.
And born alongside them, growing restless over time, were quieter but less morally correct voices. Uncontrollable, even more so than a burp. They were called “compulsions”.
Since forever, the people in that world had considered them a malady. The “host”, filled with compulsions in her mind, must train herself to stop them from arising.
That is, until civilization progressed, and the most rudimentary science allowed for a more casual approach. The host did indeed see a reduction in compulsions, but together, they learned that: hey, maybe it doesn’t really matter. After all,
Who cares what you are thinking?
What we say have become our voices, vying for kisses and hugs. Meanwhile, what we used to dread, like a person fearing their first voices in the head, became our…
thoughts.
The sky is in motion. Boundaries blur, and images fade away.
