[ the clothes are extremely bizarre to him as well, but beggars cannot be choosers. he shuts the door behind her and thinks if he should find a candle. the light that shines from the window is the only reason the store is not pitch black, and it may be all that can be done for now.
he leans into the doorframe, keeping himself small and wrapped in shade away from the light. ]
I cannot stay here. Wherever here is. I must search for a way back to where I'm from.
[ the mirror that he came through here is nothing more than an ordinary window. he must find another transmission mirror, a frustrating task when he spent so long procuring the one he went through. ]
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he leans into the doorframe, keeping himself small and wrapped in shade away from the light. ]
I cannot stay here. Wherever here is. I must search for a way back to where I'm from.
[ the mirror that he came through here is nothing more than an ordinary window. he must find another transmission mirror, a frustrating task when he spent so long procuring the one he went through. ]