[ it's not real. it's not real, but it feels real and the people around here seem real enough. they're solid, flesh and blood — and they're terrified. so is dorothy, but at the back of her mind, the knowledge that this is a simulation helps. it doesn't take away the fear, but it makes it easier for her to push it aside at least to some extent.

she still starts running. to escape. to get away from the horror.

somewhere in her path, someone's fallen, and she reaches down, grabbing their arms and helping them up. ] C'mon, c'mon. [ she urges them on. ] Let's get out of here.

it's not snapchat, but i guess it'll do
anyone here been to a different world before coming to this one?