Be it a day of strange encounters or boring, ordinary peace...

With you, Merry, how could I not enjoy it!?

Regardless of whether it's a genuine view of the world or a fantasy projected onto a simple screen...

Regardless of the view's authenticity or its composition... Maybe it's the feelings that went into that crafted display that are the actual "truth."

You could also think of it as an emotional reaction to bits of truth that humanity can't yet describe, manifesting topologically.

Like how even your retro way of thinking appears beautiful when matched with this space-time, Renko.

Could you not call aspects of me "bits?"