"My child? Are you okay?" Asked the 21-year-old woman, Cecilia, about the insoluble child.
The child appeared to be African-American with medium brown skin, and her hair was a mix of straight and curly, straight at the top and curly at it's ends, as though permed and styled with a curling iron. She was dressed in orange shorts and a sleeveless shirt patterned in shades of gray, white, and black, the shirt itself bearing gray smudges that resembled dirt. Cecilia felt compelled to ask, "Are you okay, child?" The sight of the child, floating above the waters of Sulani with her head drooping and her body stretched and contorted in bizarre, unnatural ways, was deeply unsettling.
The woman began to wonder if the child was a ghost, but the coloring was fully clear, as ghosts typically have one specific color that is symbolic of their death. If they die of old age, they are typically just white or gray. This child was clearly and quite obviously not a ghost. She wondered if the child was a vampire because vampires float. She considered if the child was an alien, but she had never seen a flying alien before. And the child was clearly not a mermaid. There had also been rumors of fairies entering the universe. She also wondered if the child was a witch. The child looked perfectly human, and you can usually tell an alien by their voice. However, the child could not be a mermaid because, if so, why was the child floating above the water instead of swimming in it? And if the child was a fairy, where were the child's wings? Why wouldn't the child just default to flying using her own wings? There was also something deeply wrong with the child, and her mindset came closer and closer to the idea that this child might have been a vampire. Her thoughts returned to the possibility of the child being an alien. She recalled that aliens might sometimes mimic human voices when disguised, but her memory faltered; she also remembered aliens retaining their distinct vocal tones even while in disguise. Despite this uncertainty, she ultimately dismissed the alien theory, convinced that aliens do not possess the ability to fly. The child's body twisted into an unnerving pose, her head hanging down at an oddly tilted angle, and her legs unnaturally straight, as if stretched beyond normal limits. It seemed less like a child and more like a toddler sim attempting tasks typically reserved for adults, yet failing to grasp them correctly. Her hands and fingers, along with her arms, were extended in a peculiar fashion, suggesting a desperate reach for something unattainable. The limbs contorted in the most bizarre and perplexing manner, as if striving to achieve an impossible feat that their very bones were not designed to accomplish. Then, a chilling thought struck Cecilia: she pondered the existence of a strange town within this universe. Considering the multitude of universes and matrices in The Sims, she questioned whether it existed in this particular Matrix. If it did, then it likely meant the child was possessed. Such possession, known for its contagious nature, could dominate the mind and commandeer the body with a single, infectious entity. It was a fate so terrifying, it belonged only in horror stories. If this Matrix was indeed crafted as a realm of horror, then this, aside from the vampires, would stand as its most ghastly tale. However, she couldn't recall ever witnessing anyone afflicted by that virus actually levitating. She had suspected the child might be under ghostly possession, but in this Matrix, she had never seen a ghost take hold of a person or any living creature; it seemed an impossibility. Her experiences with ghosts were limited, leaving her uncertain. Cautiously, she retreated from the ocean's edge, unwilling to fall prey to whatever force was manipulating the child. Although she had considered the possibility of vampirism, the child's indifference to sunlight contradicted that theory. No signs of discomfort or smoke emanated from the child, especially odd given Sulani's abundant sunlight, a factor well-tolerated and even celebrated by the island's inhabitants. Cecilia Randolph fled without hesitation, too terrified to seek the truth. Her fear wasn't rooted in the unknown itself, for it isn't merely the unfamiliar that alarms us. Rather, it's the potential peril that such unknowns might harbor which truly frightens us.
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