Mm. [ Places. He doesn't know what else to call them. ] Labyrinth of sorts. A mountain peak. And this...
[ Fuck. How to explain that last one? What even was it? Geralt picks up a hand mirror and gives it a shake. The reflection shimmers, revealing the bizarre heaped upon homes, the pulsing pink ooze that filled every nook. Much like the flying machine he'd glimpsed months ago, it isn't anything he's ever seen before. Nothing his mind would conjure. ]
I could create. So we must've been in the Horizon. [ Not perfectly, but he could. He spawned things that in a physical realm he couldn't have. ] Parts would morph to our memories. I kept—
[ —It doesn't matter. The point is: ]
I encountered others often. But you were always alone?
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[ Fuck. How to explain that last one? What even was it? Geralt picks up a hand mirror and gives it a shake. The reflection shimmers, revealing the bizarre heaped upon homes, the pulsing pink ooze that filled every nook. Much like the flying machine he'd glimpsed months ago, it isn't anything he's ever seen before. Nothing his mind would conjure. ]
I could create. So we must've been in the Horizon. [ Not perfectly, but he could. He spawned things that in a physical realm he couldn't have. ] Parts would morph to our memories. I kept—
[ —It doesn't matter. The point is: ]
I encountered others often. But you were always alone?