Kaito awakens in a shadowy cell, where the only light comes from the Moon, which controls the passage of time within the prison. Each night, his memories unravel, leaving behind fragmented pieces he can barely recall. His only connection is with a r...
The man with black hair and gray eyes, dressed in prisoner's clothes—covered in black and white stripes—and barefoot, was thinking about his last dream, the only image etched in his mind.
This image was like a memory, a hint that the beautiful silhouette with red hair had somehow once been a part of his life.
The sound of dripping water echoed through the darkness as he opened his eyes, confused and with a foggy mind. The only light came from above, cutting through the gloom with a silver beam. The Moon, majestic and omnipresent, filled half of the visible sky, its craters casting soft shadows on the walls of the cell.
He moved slowly, feeling his tense muscles and aching body. The cold metal bars of the cell were solid and impenetrable, and the damp, uneven floor sent shivers through his bare feet. He couldn't remember how he had ended up there, or even who he was.
Only the Moon was constant, moving slowly in its 180-degree arc, as if timing the passage of time.
For a moment, he watched in fascination, trying to understand. However, the only certainty he had was that every time he closed his eyes, he woke up again in that same place, with no memories, no progress.
— Are you there? — A soft voice of a woman made him stop.
It came from the adjacent cell, a familiar presence amid the unknown. The man couldn't see her, but the voice was comforting, a constant in his nightmare routine.
— I'm here. I don't know who I am, but I'm here. — He replied, with a hoarse voice from disuse.
— We've talked before — she said, with a melancholic undertone in her words. — We always meet... and always forget. It's the cycle.
He felt a shiver down his spine; her words fueled the discomfort in his mind.
— What's your name? — He asked, confusion and curiosity etched on his face.
She hesitated.
— I don't remember. But... my hair is red... and long. You always like to know that. You say it matches my eyes.
He tried to visualize, connecting this statement to his dream, but his mind was empty, as if trying to grasp smoke.
— How do you know all this? And... your eyes... does that mean I've seen you before?
— I don't forget as much as you do — she admitted. — I think I've been here longer... But every night, everything starts over. And all that remains are fragments... I also don't understand how I know these details.
The man stood up and moved closer to the bars that separated them, trying to glimpse anything beyond the shadows.
— We need to get out of here — he whispered. — And find out what's happening.
— We've tried — she replied with sadness. — But we're trapped. Only the Moon seems to be our companion. And even she, sometimes, seems to betray us.
Silence settled between them, broken only by the sound of dripping water and the sighs escaping their lips.
— Hey... guys... is it possible to continue in this silence? I'm trying to relax. — A voice echoed from what seemed to be another cell on the left.
— Hito! Leave them alone... The lovebirds are having their daily chat. — A female voice responded from a bit farther away.
— Sorry, sweetie... It's just that of the few things we manage to remember, at least we don't forget each other... Those two are the same every day! — Hito said, tired of the same routine. — Hey! Lovebirds! Your name is Kaito Tsukihiko, and hers is Akane Shimizu... You told us that the first time we talked.
— Wait! How do you know that? And... what are your names again? — Kaito asked, pressing his hands and face against the bars, trying to see something.
— Forget it! Just go to sleep!... When you wake up, I'll have to tell you again anyway! — Hito replied.
— But I just woke up. How do you remember and I don't? I find all of this very strange.
— I don't know either. We've given up fighting, every day is the same... and we're in the same boat, you idiot!
— What did you call me?
As the two men argued, Akane stared fixedly at the Moon.
— Kait... Tsuki! — She whispered, almost inaudibly, with her face blushing, recalling some forgotten memory.
Kaito looked at the Moon once more, its cold light offering a strange sense of comfort. However, somewhere deep in his mind, a haunting truth was waiting to be revealed, and he knew that somehow, this woman with red hair was the key.
Thus, once again, his day began under the eternal light of the Moon, knowing that everything he discovered would be erased again, everything would start over, and he would have to learn about himself and those around him once more, as long as he fell asleep for the cycle to repeat. Yet, he hoped to remember Akane, with her pleasant, soft voice, his only anchor amidst the darkness.
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