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[POV | 1st | Josè ]
Thus, most of the things while I was running at the roof of the fortifications, such that I could practice my balance routine.
Furthermore, it is also a shortcut from my personal shed. With my breath, I was still calm at the deep sorrows within this world.
It's not like I have to do it myself with my companion doing his mission. I don't even know where he is, but he is trusted that I may see his decision clearly.
———
Leaves were falling, and mangoes had dropped off already on the ground; that felt like our ways were left behind or our identity, within the outside wall of our home, was reconstructing our country.
It was rebuilt that cause of a mysterious force; I think that I was included before. Now, at our home at [Location of Cavite | Kawit | Alapan I-B], I couldn't shake my head off but focusing the main shed that I was working at.
One of the sheds that are built has many, but one has Gabriel Aquila's [My Companion] unique set of antiques, and somehow I practice my own blessing or abilities, I'm not taking some sort of Sorcery, in which my companion was seriously said to our selves that were forbidden, that we rely on ours and the other things to self-reliant.
————The wind changed, and I softly dropped like a cat with the tree supporting my landing; I sneakily went at every tree toward the shed that I was intersecting.
.... Seeing the trees were different moves of the set, hearing a silent eerie vibration, a strange helicopter that I've seen, in which probably was suspicious that it passed over.
—Nevertheless, I'll be able to sneak my presence while holding myself up; I cannot make mistakes before.
Thus, hearing at a long distance I slowly see the shed rendered. The swishing noise coming out of the trees, something came in? Or someone didn't know at ourprivatedomicile.
They probably knew someone, but it didn't annoy me. But, it was rare when someone came here. Probably one of my known people in public, or my companion colleague.
But it was impossible.
—Thus, most of the things that I observed were running on the roof from fortifications, and I could practice my balance routine.
Furthermore, it is also a shortcut from my personal shed. With my breath, I was still calm at the deep sorrows within this world.
It's not like I have to do it myself with my companion doing his mission. I don't even know where he is, but he is trusted that I may see his decision clearly.
———
Leaves were falling, and mangoes had dropped off already on the ground; that felt like our ways were left behind or our identity, within the outside wall of our home, was reconstructing our country.
It was rebuilt that cause of a mysterious force; I think that I was included before. Now, at our home at [Location of Cavite | Kawit | Alapan I-B], I couldn't shake my head off but focusing the main shed that I was working at.
One of the sheds that are built has many, but one has Gabriel Aquila's [My Companion] unique set of antiques, and somehow I practice my own blessing or abilities, I'm not taking some sort of Sorcery, in which my companion was seriously said to our selves that were forbidden, that we rely on ours and the other things to self-reliant [Blessing and Gift].
————The wind changed, and I softly dropped like a cat with the tree supporting my landing; I sneakily went at every tree toward the shed that I was intersecting.
.... Seeing the trees were different moves of the set, hearing a silent eerie vibration, a strange helicopter that I've seen, in which probably was suspicious that it passed over.
—Nevertheless, I'll be able to sneak my presence while holding myself up; I cannot make mistakes before.
Thus, hearing at a long distance I slowly see the shed rendered. The swishing noise coming out of the trees, something came in? Or someone didn't know at our privatedomicile.
They probably knew someone, but it didn't annoy me. But, it was rare when someone came here. Probably one of my known people in public, or my companion colleague.
But it was impossible.
———When I started to ignoreeverything, I straightforward towards the shed was a medium shed; it had a solar panel to collect energy and chemical compounds to turn energy, in which the [secret] project I turn water into fuel.
But those aren't concerns for now, as there's someone that 40% on the near shed, perhaps someone that sensed also...
It couldn't be hostile if I knew.
Meanwhile, as I walked, the presence lingered on my skin. I couldn't bear a taste... I couldn't imagine what it gonna do to me.
I was more subtleapprehensive than ever I encountered, but the feeling of it was filled with aloof, that it perhaps a waste of time if...
My eyes kept sharp, with calm, nuance breath looping movements; within my gesture, I perfectly approached the door. I smell... sourwine that I drank a while ago.
—— Upon slowly turning my glance, I saw a person that was lying down on the platform bed at the corner of the door, which the door is metal.
This place... and this individual...
No, this entity has a similar presence to my own self. I couldn't bear what it is, even though I watch or read nonfiction and fiction.
As I approached... the shed was still as unusual as ever; it was even working with an old air conditioner and a heater that is an old design from the floor, in which it is just concrete and perhapsdifferentmaterials...
Nevertheless, those antiques were still kept hidden somewhere... this guy is suspicious and intrigued.
———
".... Good morning; what days are you coming here?"
My tone was playful with a still unguarded gaze.
I softly try to emerge from the shed.
But a sudden jolt of someone holds upon my shoulder, a cold warmed hand that I swiftly—
It's gone in the air, with the surroundings feeling like the leaves were as float as the tome was stopped.
I emerged back and glanced at the shed; the person was gone, and my eyes were subtly concerned about what happened.
Hhmm....
My head was a little bit fuzzy; I felt lightweight; I could feel someone there, but it was two senses.
——— And it came to pass that I entered the shed and began to do if something happened like this.
It appeared to me multiple times.
Thus, to be honest, I need to rejuvenate myself to condemn what's happening.
According to my companion, if it happens, I'm a little bit closer to what to do with something.
"If the reality/perspective changes from a person, it was hard or known how to interact with."
I'm not Schrödinger's, even Heisenberg's, but I've encounteredprobability on my strand in ICT as probability through math or even "if else."
And if I died, is this the perspective I get? Or when I encountered the person, did it activate something?
Do some choices appear somewhere else?
———moreover, as I expected, I'm an introvert, which is why I have much reading on my mind.
By keeping it aside, the problem is now "how I get out of here."
The shed was still the same; when I looked around, I could feel someone was watching me, and my eyes felt like someone was spectating or even probably doing something.
I sighed; I hated finding the antiques... why did I even find them if My life was normal? Why do I need to hold or check it, though?
It's not normal, but it's a warning...
———
Suddenly, when I finally stopped finding those antiques, even my training every day was not easy but rather more disciplined.
"————"
For now, I have to do what this reality is, that the air is still breathable, but the leaves and sunray are much still stopped.
Well... I need to be really rejuvenated.
Now, perhaps that that—————
————Those memories of fragment... seemingly come out of nowhere.
"Skibidi ahh, user, is everything okay?"
——— Upon my eyes perceived were sharply warped, that my senses were disoriented, my breath wasn't calm but subtleconcerned.
The still very eyes that saw two visions that where I am:
-I was at the same shed that the reality was stopped.
-Seeing Noel standing within her movement was a subtle gesture of approaching the shed while I was at the platform bed.
Both of my senses were multiplied; I couldn't bear what the hell was going on.
"User, Are you perhaps too much rejuvenating? Your ENERGY was overflowing. And you already done go outside and now here?"
"...yes.."
The voice of the consciousness coming out from my throat, with my mind split into two or even perhaps suspiciously used my ability somehow or not.
Damn it...
My mind when the shed [Without Noel] was starting to search the antique outside from this reality, I couldn't bear [Gabriel] was pretty much secured at those antiques.
"Noel, Do you have any ability or somehow like me?"
"User... I kinda do."
My tone was the indirect tone of seriousness; my voice on that reality was making me try to train my psychological existence.
Meanwhile, the reality [Without Noel at the shed] on my eyes keeping a hint that gets getting closer, those cabinets and everything I see, I must be able to...
———— Keeptheflowfinished.
I can see Noel's eyes on the shed; it's already cleaned[Let's call it real world 01]; her movements were glancing around, and her location was outside of the shed within my body at the [Platform bed].
WithoutNoelthrough my eyes [probability 02], my breath was an entirely different beat.
Now, I get it... The body I was in was technically [Me], but who's that person was sleeping earlier? It could've hinted [another me], but it was just subtle passive, and it could've been a hint from the real owner rather than its own original.
Nevertheless, this ability may have a double-edged sword, or perhaps very good at subtle passive, like my clothes [sudden change] that when I was asleep.
It was a patient gown, then it's different.
Thus, seeing reality [Real world 1], those are perhaps the real thing. I perhaps lock certain events to disable or something so that Noel gets my location.
———
"Anyways Noel, Do you have any senses around here? Or perhaps seeing me differently?"
"Nope. Your only one here. One living organism here, but I subtle sense someone is here. But I couldn't knowitwas."
I probably sensed something unusual as she meant, "COULDN'TKNEW?" Those of her movement walk into the shed, glancing around and seeing her while I was at the same location [Real world 01].
"Noel, Can you even be at this side?"
I've whispered within the same location [Probability2] that without this reality.
I think it wasn't. Thus, I sighed again.
Now, I'm trying to check if this works...
If a Heisenberg certainty was needed at an exact place, then I should've been able to control myself.
All knowing that [Other me] existed probably, I can perhaps control it using the [Real Me], even if it was from another dimension or any existence that I have been through.
———Meanwhile, when I tried to do it, my body [Probability 02] goes at the same consciousness or position of reality.
As it came to pass, my vision started to feel stable, that the [probability 02] became a fragment of the [real world 01], which is the real me.
My senses reverted into one, but I felt there was an infinite subtle movement of that choice.
"Noel, can you assist me in going outside?"
"...Yes."
She smiles as a warm gesture; from that reality [Real world 01], the [probability 02] was my own perspective that it is deadly to others; it could've perhaps been used for battle.
I guess...
"Master, You look... weird that seeing something?"
[POV | Time 7:50 am, | July 21, Friday, 2028]