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“So, you each have a Space of your own…” I say, changing the subject, “and you need Nirav’s help every time you go from one to the other?”
God help me…
Lifting my head, I’m yet again faced with the light dot. What am I to do with you?
As I marvel at the endless range of beautiful shapes a mere depth of yarn has to offer, I sometimes get a glimpse of an unexpected object, another optical illusion, just by taking a step forward. So far I’ve managed to see a sort of tree – which disappeared as soon as I shifted, and would not reveal itself again, no matter how insistently I tried to retrace my steps – and a breathtaking silhouette of what looks like the statues in Vlad’s Mausoleum, floating upwards as we pass by.
I try to choke a smile. If that’s true, then it’s worked like a charm. Major points for Sam.