Then I turned the shield back on, and we both saw them in their true shapes.

Each one is supposed to have a different true shape.

He knew now that one might as well hope to see the wind, or speculate about the true shape of fire.

As Cherry fell asleep, she changed back to her own true shape.

I saw you in your true shape this morning.

He could feel his true shape buried within him, just there, on the other side of reality.

He pointed out that the true shape and behavior of Earth people was to be found in the same comic book.

Yet he didn't know the true shape of the world.

This was the true shape of my sigh at midnight.

But how do I know which is your true shape, this one or the other?