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[planet_rin]

I'm the sky.

[That was sudden. There's a pause after it, too.]

Not really. I mean, maybe I am, but that's too metaphysical for me to puzzle out right now. It's something someone said to me once. I'm trying to remember who he was, or what he meant... it's like... every day, I'm a different person, but... something. I can almost remember it.

I wonder if he was right. And if he was, if I'm still the sky now, in the same way that I was then. It seems important.


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[Hey, remember that wall Rin was staring at for a while? Well, she's back there again. Doing her fair share of staring, but she's actually making progress this time. Brush in foot, an occasional slow, deliberate line is laid onto the wall. The very nebulous structure of some kind of mural is emerging. Very slowly.]

[It's still early, so it's quite impossible to tell what any of it is actual pictures of. But it looks purposeful, at least. While painting, or while staring, Rin has a very faraway look to her, as if she's looking into some private world that only she can see.]

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[has_a_blog]

[He watches her paint for a minute.]

So...

What's this going to be a picture of?

[planet_rin]

[A long pause, of the sort that makes you wonder whether or not the other person heard your question until they finally reply.]

That's a pretty complicated question.

[has_a_blog]

Is it an "I won't know until I finish" sort of thing?

[planet_rin]

Not exactly. I think I know what it's going to be, but not really in a literal sense. I guess that's sort of the same thing.