I heart it in the clap of the waves, the love struck sigh of the trees, the way wind tears at me, trying to bring me to far away lands. In the way the stars laugh and the way the moon sings to the larks, I hear the earth's music.
If you want to know if someone is "real" tell them an obvious lie. A human will recognize it for what it is immediately, a cursed will not. They may look real, but they are not. Only real eyes realize real lies.