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- 3.
- Kei absentmindedly dreamed.
- A dream of playing outside with a friend from his childhood.
- It looked innocent and fun.
- Maybe it was tag. His younger self ran around.
- Just like sand it smoothly melted away until it disappeared.
- A white room.
- From the window he could see a bird flapping away with outstretched wings.
- He merely followed the bird’s flight in the clear sky with his eyes.
- Atop the clean bed, he laid motionless. Entirely motionless.
- He gently closed his eyes.
- Everything was dyed blue.
- The world ebbed and surged with a light blue hue.
- It wasn’t hard to breathe.
- That’s just how things were.
- He wasn’t even scared.
- He was sinking. Sinking into himself.
- Deeper and deeper―
- ― He continued walking for what felt like a while.
- Directly in front of him was a mirror.
- A mirror that didn’t reflect anything.
- No, he could see something if he focused his eyes.
- Black hair and black eyes rose to the surface.
- Subtly ornamented leather armor.
- A feathered headpiece.
- A single saber next to a quiver on someone’s hip.
- And a vermillion bow in his left hand.
- “…It’s me.”
- His murmured words resonated clearly.
- As soon as he recognized it, the form became clear.
- Kei.
- So he had once named himself.
- Up to now, his two selves lived alongside one another.
- “…My… body.”
- He made a fist and squeezed.
- His hand steadily unclenching and relaxing. The blood coursing through his veins. The tingling of his nerves to all his extremities.
- He firmly felt it all.
- Before he knew it, the mirror disappeared before his eyes.
- In its place was a long path stretching on.
- Somehow his surroundings felt lively.
- A horse prancing about energetically.
- A girl wearing a robe of feathers.
- It was almost like a revolving lantern.
- The illusions of shadows whispered to no one in particular, “Let’s go.”
- And Kei took the first step forward.
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