Preface
dream
"Who is calling my name?"
"I'm sorry for causing you so much pain. I just... Hope you don't feel sad. Even in the dark and unable to be your light, I want you to work hard to grow."
I don't care about the past, why I don't understand this until now.
If the memories of the present, past, and future have lost the meaning of possession, then what is the use of keeping an empty body with illusions?
Now that I think about it, I would rather it just fade away like a bubble, so that I can deceive myself and promise to you that I can live well in the darkness.
All I want is that you still exist in that world.
Intent: A story about finding fragments of self