Lenalee: Requiem of the pastThe moon was bright and full, washing its pale silver light over the slumbering town below. Down by a bay window sat an elderly lady, staring up at the moon. What had once been luxurious raven hair was now withered strands of white, held together tightly by a bun at the nape of her neck. Her rheumy eyes, once so bright and alive, gazed unseeing up into the silver light. Her body, which used to be so strong and supple, was a wasted husk. And her features.. So delicate and pretty once in a bygone age, was now ravaged with battle scars, age and the weight of all that she had seen and endured.Was she really once young and full of energy? She co
Lala: Song of the ForsakenMr Human Sir, would you like a song, please?This was the city of Martell, said to be forsaken by God himself. The land was cracked and dry, and the people living within similarly gloomy and dour. Ever since a few years ago after a freak storm, the women of the town became inexplicitly barren. Without the ruckus of children running through the streets, the town became dismal and silent, and the population fell slowly.In order to stave off the gathering gloom, even for just a while, the people of Martell made dolls. Dolls that can sing and dance, dolls that brightened up the lives of the people and held their misery at bay. Even for just a
Hasu no yumeYou come to awareness, standing alone in a dark empty room. There is no colour, there is no movement, there is no life. You recognize this place, this surreal reality. Not again. After all, this is not the first time you had been here. As always, you are back in the body of that five year old boy, helpless and fearful. You detest it, but you have no choice in this matter. A flash of moment catches your eye and you spin around, heart thumping. You know what is there, but you give chase anyway. The elusive silhouette darts around a corner, and you follow.Out of the room, into a hallway. Tall silent windows line both sides of the corridor, str
YUU: The 188th Night A memory of shock; of a moment of sharp, intense pain that lasted only a second. And then there was darkness.*** Coming back to awareness is like surfacing from a bottomless stygian ocean, with every breath a struggle. Yet when he finally broke through that surface, it was only to meet with more impenetrable darkness. Confusion reigned, and anger. What the- There was an almost-imperceptible wrench, and all of a sudden memories burst into his awareness like an overripe fruit; overwhelming, unwelcome, uncontrollable. Flash. He was back in the body of that diminutive boy again; endlessly prodded and injected with weird stuff by face
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