I saw two flesh-like boys on the other side of a strange portal. They were different from my pinkish-monochoric tones. I touched the glassine window and my fingertips pixelated.
One boy cried, “Awesome, interactive anime!”
The other hissed, “That’s messed up — as if Mika Takuro can see us!”
I was shocked that they knew my name!
I heard a click and the glass became noisy static. I began to wonder about my own painted universe made up of cellophane and coloured-in lines. Streams of watercolours ran down my cheeks.
I sobbed, “Was that world real or did I imagine it?”
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