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[It's night out, or something that approaches it. The sky's dark, at least. And in a garden, with a big flask of something by his side and a pile of snacks handy, a wrapped-up-warm Xeha's set up a telescope. He's peering through it, with the odd stop to make notes or just reach for the chips. He's wondering to himself...]

Are those real worlds? Or just illusions?

[Scribble, peer. Kid's not messing about.

Could one of them be home...?]