Bobo has found the longer he is in the villages, and the more that he learns, the more he misses those days before he knew so many details in this place. When he wasn't aware of the way this place could shift itself, and how much you start wondering about what is real and what isn't.

So with that he sighs, popping one shoulder in a shrug, and considering how to put it. Mostly because he's picked up pieces here and there, and still Bobo isn't sure they all make sense.

"It's a belief among the older members of the village. When they first arrived, none of it was like this. Not entirely. One day though it all shifted and they all found themselves popping back out of the fountain with the knowledge that everything before had been fake. A mirage. An implemented design that seemed real, that they believed was real, and yet in the end turned out to be nothing more a share hallucination of sorts."