Me: "..."
Me: "..."
Where...
Where... am I?
I'm in... a house...
And there's... someone outside.
Me: "..."
It's... me? I see... me...
Whose house is this?
I can't move.
I can't look around.
I just... see everything.
Why do I see myself?
Where is this?
I don't understand.
I'm so tired of this. Tired of all of these questions.
Tired of these dreams.
Tired of not knowing what they mean.
What anything means.
I guess I just complain a lot.
But... wouldn't anyone complain in this situation?
Maybe... this is normal for some people.
This... helplessness.
Wait.
I see someone else.
Who... is that?
I've never seen that person in my life.
It's... some woman.
Her hair is very long. It reaches down to her ankles.
It's quite pretty actually, despite how messy it is.
It's a nice lavender color.
Wait... I'm talking to her?
I can't hear what they're saying.
Wait.
They're moving inside.
The door is opening.
Me: "So... this is your house?"
???: "Yes, it's... rather modest."
Me: "Well, I think it's quite charming."
Why is my voice so... proper? I'm talking as if I was royalty or something. I also have some weird accent I've never heard before.
???: "This is where I write my spells and laws and whatnot."
They're moving to a desk.
Now she's picking up a book.
???: "One day, I spilled some ink in this book. I was quite distraught about it, but the ink started to move. It moved very, very strangely. Much to my surprise, it ended up forming into a person. I released the person to live on Terra. I'm not quite sure where they are now."
Me: "I wonder if I've met them..."
???: "Sounds likely. You met a lot of people when you still lived there."
Me: "So... why are we here again?"
???: "To take a little break. You must be absolutely exhausted."
Silence.
Me: "It's fine. Really. I appreciate you trying to look out for me, but we need to stay focused."
???: "Absolutely not. You're staring at the sun, Mahale. You need to learn to look away for awhile."
Me: "I haven't heard that expression before. Did you just come up with that?"
The strange woman laughed.
???: "Maybe. I forgot if I made it or heard it somewhere. It's the downside of living so long."
Me: "I understand. Neither of us even remember living in the Old World."
They're looking at the floor now. They're clearly sad. A strange melancholic feeling is in the air.
???: "The only reason I even remember anything about it at all is because of my diary. It's a miracle it has lasted this long."
Me: "Well, that's something, I suppose. I don't have anything."
???: "I wish... I could see my family. I wish I could learn to know them again."
Me: "I know how you feel."
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...
What a mystical conversation. I wonder what the future has in store for them. I hope they see their families again.
I woke up.
