That’s when I realized what he was thinking. It seemed to him that I wasn’t alone myself. He wouldn’t believe me when I attempted to explain that it was only the horse’s shadow.
There was no amount of explanation that could alter his viewpoint. The picture had deceived him, warping reality just enough to cause him to question everything.
Not only had the image been destroyed, but his trust had also been damaged in that little moment of delusion.
Nothing I said could reverse the harm that had already been done, and he began to doubt what was genuine and what wasn’t after that.
