In my dream, I sat in a room with thin paper walls. They were clad in paintings of blue, slithering over the surface with rich shades of cerulean and azure and periwinkle. Each and every stroke of blue paint was decisive. Perfect. Not a single dash or dot of blue out of place. They all gathered into fields of a single pretty flower, the petals of each identical bloom spidering out like it was grasping the paper itself with a foreign desperation. It was as eerie, as it was beautiful.
It called for me.
Around me, they were the only other thing in the room. I feared to call it only a painting, because the flowers on the paper walls seemed to swell with the breaths I took. It was as if this very place was alive. Breathing. Watching me. Waiting for me to make a move and show how truly out of place I really was.
There was a sharp pain in my head. My ears rang. That dreadful ringing noise! Why couldn't it go away? Blue. Blue everywhere. My very brain is being prodded and pulled apart and smashed back together into a jumble of incoherent senses of smell. Of taste. Of sight. The blue flower buds are blooming into the lycoris radiata that I've been searching for. I've been searching for you for so very long. Why couldn't I be born perfect? Why was I so unwanted, merely for being born as something I couldn't control? It's the gods. It's all their fault. Where are they? The silky touch of their pretty petals on my fingers. I want them. Why can't I find them, after all these centuries? I want them, I want them, I want them, I want them.
I'm scared.
I can't depend on no one.
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