Oliver fell silent while the sage paced back and forth without stopping, waving his hands and complaining about Oliver's obvious behavior.
And while Oliver listened to the sage's indirect warnings.
Despite the verbal chaos, Oliver felt a great sense of relief. At least the sage wasn't trapped under the same illusion as the others.
But that relief did nothing to quiet the anxiety rising in his chest every time he remembered the others' faces.
"Are the rest like you? Did any of them notice that something is wrong with this village?"
The sage stopped walking and turned toward him.
"No, I think I am the only one. They all behave as if they are living inside a beautiful dream."
"Technically that's both true and false at the same time."
The sage flicked his hand in the air impatiently.
"No time for this ridiculous philosophy. We need a place to hide. Take me to that witch you are training with. Maybe she can hide my presence or better yet, you can ask her to protect me."
