When she was younger, her dreams were filled with images of a figure, blurry, yet distinct from the hazy background, slowly turning away. Her expression, for it was mostly definitely a girl, was inscrutable, but she could sense a strong reluctance from the girl as she was leaving. She gave a weak smile as if trying to comfort her, but the girl clearly couldn’t keep the pretense for long as it dissipated soon she thought she wasn’t looking. The girl’s hands were clasped around her palms, pressed so tightly that she could barely feel her blood flow. Quickly as if she had no time at all, the girl removed her grasp, but then her hands began to tremble. She could feel her hand reaching out as the girl began hastily sprinting away until she faded into the horizon. Only then, her surroundings become clear. She was surrounded by trees. The woods covered the areas she was standing, their weary, crimson leaves slowly drifting to the ground bathed the area in an eerie twilight. Her dreams always seemed to abruptly stop at this point; the figure gone, and herself left waiting there and then, she would wake, left with nothing but faint impressions and questions about the reality of the dream.
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into the unknown
She should be comforted. But his smile is still all teeth, no light in eyes. His hand on her shoulder is ice-cold, the hands of the dead grasping at their one lifeline, too desperate to mean much. His touch still burns. -
delos
When we were born, the island itself was tethered to the mainland, and then there was no longer a mystical floating isle in the sky, just like that; all that was left was a lifeless chunk, frozen in time, trapped on Earth. -
on and on
All good things must come to an end. As she said earlier, nothing lasts forever. Still, she stared off into the distance, hoping for that bell to never ring, for the train to never slow to a halt, for herself to never pass the threshold.
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