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He tries to hide it, but sometimes he can’t. I’m not very perceptive of other people, but he’s not like other people. He’s aloof like me, but not quite like me. He doesn’t fit in like me, but he’s on a whole other spectrum. He speaks in poems and his little legs carry him faster than should be humanly possible, but those aren’t the things that set him apart.
His mind is a vessel where multiverses spin in unending orbits around a fire that burns brighter than anything you can ever imagine. He tries to hide it, but every now and then he’ll sneeze stardust from his alien mind.