[h1][color=orangered]Theresa ot an Bol'hjar[/color], [b]Benedict Kaspin[/b][/h1]
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"Yeah, I see it!" Theresa said, her eyes wide and her mouth agape.

She wasn't seeing what Ben was seeing. She wasn't seeing an abandoned hovel.

She was seeing life.

The cave was well-lit by the crystals. Nothing was covered in any sort of dust. Everywhere, there were these tall, scaly... [i]mole-people[/i], dancing about, eating assorted bugs from jars with their long tongues, drinking from carved out gourds. Some were playing drums and string instruments, others even engaging in fisticuffs for fun.

Everywhere, it seemed like... these people were happy. Alive.

"It's a pretty lively festival of all I've seen!" Theresa called out, over the chatter. Ben simply looked down at her and replied, [b]"Wait... what?"[/b]

"What is it?" Theresa called out in reply. A brief pause happened before Ben continued, [b]"Theresa, I don't see anyone else here, this place is..."[/b]

Her smile dropped a bit.

[b]"This place is dead. Abandoned."[/b]

No. She was seeing it, all of it, right in front of her. This was no hallucination.

The two of them were seeing two different versions of this cave.

How?