The surreal scene before me was something I could not explain. There were seven of me staring at each other, and all at once I saw, heard, and felt everything they were experiencing.
"My Lord, perhaps it would be better to start slowly?" Pixie warned.
The dissonance of hearing them from different directions made my brain spin. Much like the overlapping viewpoints, her position differed from where the soul avatars stood.
I felt like throwing up from the discomfort. It was like being forced to watch seven different movies on the same screen. I had little idea what I was seeing, and the sensory overload was just one big fucking mess.
To compensate, I closed my eyes. Funnily enough, I could still see. I covered my ears and blew out my eardrums with soul.
"Ack! My lord, are you all right?"
Ignoring the noisy child, I tried to see with one of the avatars. I think it was Tuesday. This soulgear named each avatar after the day of the week. So the main body was aptly named Sunday.
