Semblance Vs Resemblance Novels & Stories

felt… familiar. I focused outward. Not on individuals. On the whole. On how these connections were forming. And slowly. I saw it. Not uniformity. Not yet. But something close. Alignment. “They’re starting to match,” I said. A pause. Then. “Yes.” My chest tightened. “Why?” Another pause. Then. “Shared understanding increases similarity.” Of course. That made sense. The more they connected. the more they understood each other. the more their patterns began to resemble one another.

Triumphant. Different people. Had to be. Except... I put the photos side by side. The nose. The curve of the jaw. The shape of the eyes. Without the glasses. With better hair. With confidence instead of desperation. Oh God. Oh no. The resemblance was... No. I was seeing things. I was obsessed and seeing patterns that weren't there. But the more I looked, the more I saw it. The same bone structure. The same full lips. The same elegant hands.

… At 3:00 am, a subtle click emitted from the hotel room. The door was opened from outside, and the corridor light illuminated a tall and straight figure. He had the same face and bearing as Ambrose, and even the way he walked was identical. There had been clones who tried to imitate Ambrose before. Those only managed an identical appearance, but their overall bearing was completely different. So, Larissa easily discerned the difference between them. But, Remiel was different. Remiel and Ambrose were twins, sharing identical features. Remiel was purposefully imitating Ambrose, so Larissa couldn't discern the difference.

There was this chilling feeling I got while staring at that picture of him on the internet, a feeling of familiarity. We had the same brown hair colour, the same shade of hazel eyes, the same smile. Even our hair was styled the same. The last one was certainly strange and botherline creepy, but that explained why I would always catch my mother staring at me too long sometimes. I was a complete replica of her dead husband. Then there was another photo of him in a military uniform, followed by a blurry yet gory photograph of a man stretched out on what seemed like a bedroom floor with his head spewing its content on the blue carpeted floor.

The resemblance between the two sisters, despite the vast age difference, struck a chord deep within me, a chord that hummed with unanswered questions and a sense of profound connection. At first, I couldn't fathom the inexplicable resemblance. How could Lilac, born years after Harmona's departure, possess such a striking similarity? It defied logic, yet the more I observed Lilac, the more it made a strange kind of sense. It wasn't just the physical features that echoed Harmona's presence in Lilac; it was the way she carried herself, the subtle gestures, the moments of quiet contemplation that mirrored her aunt. It was almost as if Harmona's essence had found a way to transcend time, imprint

There could be a chance for two people to look exactly like each other, like duple gangers, but not to resemble everything about the other one. From their face, features, the color of their eyes, voice, mannerisms, behaviors, and even their lines. Gin resembled Dion in every way to think that it might be just because they might be duple gangers. I also felt the familiarity in Gin's touch, still, I believed his lies and now I was suffering in pain again.

In the fourth picture, there were two identical figures standing side by side. "I do not think it is a weapon of war," Devrim said as he studied the document beside Aurora. "Agreed." Aurora ran her fingers along the second identical figure. "Perhaps a multiplication object?" Devrim shook his head, "Cafer is too proud for there to be more than one of him. And I cannot think imagine him risking everything if he did not want to use the object himself. He's far too selfish." "Good point." "The name Semblance Stone suggests that something will look like something else. What if it cloaks the user like the elves do? Then they can appear to be someone else." Devrim pointed toward the last picture.

Lincoln stared at him with his burning gaze and Shun felt suffocated. Lincoln really has the face of elegance. Shun can tell that the other is born with a silver spoon in his mouth based on his clothes and appearance. Even though he appeared to be interested in Shun, the latter knew that they were not meant for each other. It was completely impossible even if you just think about it. Instead of answering him, Shun asked, “So… have you flirted with the other girls here yet?” Because of the loud music filling the whole place, Shun had to raise his voice.

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