hika and i were sitting in the wonderland a while ago and i looked around and i asked a question i’ve never thought to ask in the years since we made the place: “why don’t we ever have night here?”
hika looked me in the eyes and said “this is why,” and then the entire sky turned over into nighttime. there aren’t any lights in the wonderland, but the moon was so full that it didn’t matter. the stars were beautiful, but the constellations were unlike any I know of.
and then i looked at hika and he was just… staring into the distance. he’s four inches tall, tiny, and he was perched on this spur of rock and staring out over the wonderland and my first thought was something deep and profound about how hika is tiny and the wonderland is big
and he turned around and looked at me again and the sky turned over again and he looked so normal. “that’s why,” he said. “because it’s so much harder to take me seriously in the daytime, and someone taking me seriously? that’s the nightmare scenario.”