Jun. 27th, 2023 at 7:11 PM
I've rather struggled with this all day, feeling simultaneously like the information is unsettling and would perhaps be unwelcome. I feel a bit mad, actually, and that I ought keep it a secret to only myself— as much as anything is secret here. Still, it does rather change things in my head, and I don't think it would be right to keep the information to myself.
My rewards today were [...] some old articles of clothing of great personal value. Things that I didn't know still existed. Rather, things that shouldn't still exist. Things from my human life. The dress I wore when presented at court to the queen— in 1811. I have some of the jewelry I wore, and even more dresses. One from my first ball, and even my dance card and reticule.
I [...] cannot begin to believe my family saved these things, aside from the jewelry. We didn't do that back in those days. Gowns were gutted when they were out of fashion, and if bits could be salvaged, you did. If they couldn't, they went to the servants.
I don't know how they have these things. They feel real. They smell real. I can smell my human sweat and the perfume oils we wore and the lemonade we drank and a million other little things. It's too real. I don't know how they did this unless [...] they've been following me for a very long time. Or maybe it's magic?
Someone tell me this is magic.
My rewards today were [...] some old articles of clothing of great personal value. Things that I didn't know still existed. Rather, things that shouldn't still exist. Things from my human life. The dress I wore when presented at court to the queen— in 1811. I have some of the jewelry I wore, and even more dresses. One from my first ball, and even my dance card and reticule.
I [...] cannot begin to believe my family saved these things, aside from the jewelry. We didn't do that back in those days. Gowns were gutted when they were out of fashion, and if bits could be salvaged, you did. If they couldn't, they went to the servants.
I don't know how they have these things. They feel real. They smell real. I can smell my human sweat and the perfume oils we wore and the lemonade we drank and a million other little things. It's too real. I don't know how they did this unless [...] they've been following me for a very long time. Or maybe it's magic?
Someone tell me this is magic.