dreaming, dreaming; one, two, three | albedo

prologue

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how does one dream?

how do our dreams just appear whenever we're deep asleep?

how do we interact with others in dream world?

how do our dreams resonate with things we fear, things we dislike, things we do like, and such as?

how do we dream of something so admirable and impossible, then suddenly so realistic and terrifying?

how does one dream the dreams of another?

how do-

"mr. albedo! i have a package for yo- oh, is this a bad time?!"

the said man looks up, his disheveled but -still- neat hair lightly bouncing back, "sucrose. i was just writing a thought, it's no big deal. who's it from?"

"it doesn't say anything, my apologies."

albedo nods, "it's alright. please place it over the table, i'll check on it in a bit." he says, a string of lazy and gentle tones present.

the infamous chief alchemist of the knights of favonius has always been admired by many; his dedication to learn about the world around him, his drive to answer all reasons 'why?' for everything no matter how little it seemed to matter, his passion for his research and crafts — his curiosity- himself, made a name and stage for the man named albedo.

yet, the balance between good and evil sometimes slips, and is forgotten.

the ashy blond puts his pencil down and stands up, walking towards the package his assistant brought. "hm, 'to the chief alchemist of monstadt," the package was chalk white and box shaped, a thin brown string wrapped in the middle, vertically and horizontally.

albedo opens this while keeping his guard up, eyeing it carefully as he uncoils the string. flipping the flaps, his eyebrows furrow. it's just an envelope; nothing more nor anything less, he thought.

i hope this becomes of help to you, chalk prince. fate is beside you starting today, but never forget your starting grounds.

- no one in particular :)

the mentioned chalk prince frowns. he already had questions about a new topic he's become interested in; now, 'no one in particular' with a smiley face decides to 'help' him and add onto his list of never ending thoughts? "how enervating," he sighs.

while his morning felt uncanny, he couldn't help but feel more curious than he first was. a true alchemist indeed.

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the day was finished, at least as albedo deemed. "i'm heading home, sucrose, timaeus. you may head home as well, goodbye."

the mentioned people paused, turning their heads towards the source of the voice, "m-mr. albedo's going h-home at 6 pm?" sucrose mumbled, timaeus slowly shaking his head in reply, "he usually never leaves the lab- or if he does, the earliest he's out is by 1 am!"

"that's true, i'm sure you're surprised but there's no particular reason. i just have quite a lot in my mind at the moment, so i'd like to clear them out, on my way home." albedo replies, internally chuckling at the sight of a shocked timaeus and sucrose and their comments.

"oh, y-yes! keep safe, mr. albedo!"

"yes! we'll depart soon!"

the chief alchemist nods, holding his hand out as to wave while he walks.

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arriving home, albedo turns his lights on, setting his book bag by a table. he starts changing his clothes into more comfortable ones then brings a notebook with him before quickly heading to bed. laying down, he opens to a certain page.

how does one dream the dreams of another?

how do

blinking, albedo sits up and unties his hair, running a hand through the braids on the side to uncoil them. after a few minutes, he grabs a pencil from his bedside and places the notebook down flat to help give him a more comfortable position to write with.

how does one meet a person they've never met before in their dream?

and off he went to bed.

A FEW HOURS LATER

uncomfortable, flat, back hurts quite a bit-

albedo awakens, my ceiling was never white...

he turns his head, closing his eyes then opening them again, pushing himself up.

he was no longer in his humble abode; it seemed that he was in a room with no doors; the walls and ceilings -if there were even any- all in bright white. there were no tables, no beds, no windows, and, seemingly, no one.

he had decided to test that theory, just where in world was he?

"hello? is anyone or anything there?" he asked, his voice echoing a bit. "hello-"

"a-ALBEDO?!"

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