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第四章 . . . 000
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﹒ ◠ METEMPSYCHOSIS ⊹ ﹒
— " reincarnation " !
And in the fireplace itself, in a black pan set on a high wire rack, peanuts roasted over the hickory fire as the waning light of day swiftly deepened into a fine velvet night speckled with white forerunners of a coming snow, and the warm sound of husky voices and rising laughter mingled in tales of sorrow and happiness and days past but not forgotten.
★ . Mildred Taylor » +

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐕 ⠀ᰋ
── ★ ˙ a single, withered leaf, caught in the wind's embrace, whispered tales of a forgotten past, a life that was not hers, but felt strangely familiar.  ̟ !!

Fuyuki City
9th of September 2004, 3:30 AM

           The wind howled softly outside as the early morning shadows stretched long across Fuyuki City. It was around the earliest of dusk, and the city was bathed in the cold, eerie glow of moonlight filtered through the sparse clouds. In Rin's manor, the night was still, save for the rustling of the wind against the windows. The house was quiet, a sense of calm hanging in the air, but in the guest room, something darker stirred. Galateya, the frail three-year-old who slept beside the cloaked traveler, was caught in the throes of a nightmare. Her small, delicate body twitched under the blanket, her breathing quickening. Despite the warmth of the room, her face glistened with sweat, her brows furrowed in distress. Beside her, Romani lay still, oblivious to the tempest raging inside the young girl's mind.

           In her nightmare, everything felt overwhelming---too vivid and too real. It was not just a simple dream; it felt like someone else's memories had invaded her mind once more, replaying like an endless reel of horrors. The first vision struck her like a storm. Galateya saw a tall, imposing figure of a man, his features blurry yet unmistakably regal. He was adorned in golden ornaments that gleamed in the sunlight, an ancient-looking robe draped over his form, making him seem larger than life. His presence was suffocating, commanding, and his gaze was cold and emotionless as he led armies into countless wars. Around him, vast expanses of land were consumed by flames and chaos as he waged brutal conquests on neighboring countries, showing no mercy. The sound of steel clashing, of bodies hitting the ground, of cries for mercy---they all rang through her mind in a cacophony of violence and despair.

            The vision shifted abruptly. The same man now stood at the center of a grand city square, surrounded by broken and beaten figures---men, women, and children alike. The air was thick with smoke as his soldiers rounded up the defeated, shackling them in chains. The people were slaves now, bound to the will of this cruel conqueror. The way the man looked down upon them, with absolute apathy, chilled Galateya to the bone. She could feel the weight of their suffering, the crushing despair that hung over the enslaved like a suffocating blanket.

            Without warning, the nightmare shifted once more. The scene now played out in the inner chambers of a lavish palace, golden drapery hanging from every corner, exotic silks covering the stone floors. The air was thick with incense, but there was something twisted in the air---something that made her stomach churn. The man, still adorned in his golden ornaments, sat on an ornate throne, surrounded by a harem of women---dozens, maybe even more. Some were young, others old, and all were trapped in a world of perverse debauchery. They engaged in acts that made Galateya want to look away, her small hands gripping the bed sheets in the waking world as her nightmare plunged into grotesque depths. The man's hollow laughter echoed through the chambers, a sound that twisted the pit of her stomach.