[For awhile, all is silent. It takes Cheyenne a few minutes to adjust her eyes for the proper illusion, and once she is ready, she gives the o.k.] Open your eyes.
[And when Alf opens his eyes, he won't see Cheyenne. He won't see the village or the square. Instead, he'll see a field of brown grass, turned gold by a setting sun in the distance. The sky above is a soft maroon color and purple clouds dreamily float throughout. The fountain he was sitting on has become a large, flat stone.]
[And sitting beside him is Cheyenne, once more blindfolded.] You are free to move and speak in the illusion, although your physical body will do neither. Likewise, I am not really sitting next to you, nor am I truly speaking to you. It is rather akin to a dream, in that sense.
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[And when Alf opens his eyes, he won't see Cheyenne. He won't see the village or the square. Instead, he'll see a field of brown grass, turned gold by a setting sun in the distance. The sky above is a soft maroon color and purple clouds dreamily float throughout. The fountain he was sitting on has become a large, flat stone.]
[And sitting beside him is Cheyenne, once more blindfolded.] You are free to move and speak in the illusion, although your physical body will do neither. Likewise, I am not really sitting next to you, nor am I truly speaking to you. It is rather akin to a dream, in that sense.