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Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 49: The Colorful World Of His Memory
The world was dark and painted with ugliness. The world is much more boring with the same scenery I see. The world was much more stupid with the loneliness I felt. The world was so… small that there was no reason for my living Then, the world changed with a book. My life became vibrant. Created a purpose and lightened my heart. Enlightened me with the dreams I want to achieve. Encourage me to step out of my room. It gave me the hope of living. Achieved my first dream: friends. Achieved my second dream: life. Achieved my third dream: colors. Achieved my fourth dream: worlds. Achieved my infinity dreams! The Amazing wonders of this world gave me a reason to live, In the infinite possibility of epoch. My thoughts, my wishes, my dreams, All of it will come true, Within the vibrant smile with my friends along the only street. With the colorful smiles, we have. To every corner of the houses, we passed by. To the tightly held hands as we walked and greeted everyone with
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 50 : Who Am I Now? Am I still The Same?
[25, May. 7:23 P.M.- A Timeline of Dreams.] It was a comfortable nap on the sofa that I lay down last night. An unfamiliar world, but I'm too comfortable to not even care or is it just I'm afraid to actually notice it? I'm having this excruciating feeling deep in my chest as if it was being pinch so hard that it hurts. I'm so dizzy, everything feels far from me. This world with two sides that tell me who I am and what this world has to offer to me. A world that is far out of reach yet here I am expecting something good that might happen within the remaining time I only have. I opened the equipment used to reheat the kettle filled with hot chocolate. I waited until its soft hum filled the room with an aromatic scent. I poured it into a cup with a little bit of milk to mix the flavor and a tiny edible marshmallow. The steam that came out from the kettle gently touched my face as I indulged myself in a drink that I'd made, drinking it while watching between the small window gap where li
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 51 : The Memories of My Other Self
[Time: ∞ Day: Unknown…] “Ngh…” It's so rowdy. It's so hard to breathe. My eyelids are so heavy. What is happening? My senses were dull and utterly useless. I couldn't feel where I was nor I could sense the surrounding area within me. It's warm and my back was laid by something soft but heavy near my head. I can hear someone talking. Was it Seraphim or was it Zero? “How was it, Seraphim?” Seraphim!? As I heard the name of Seraphim. My head quickly lightened up. I didn't notice that I fell asleep. My body was getting stiff as time went by, slightly trembling as I listened to the muffled voice I was hearing. “What are we going to do now, Seraphim?” Hello! As I called for Seraphim, I saw my hands were visually transparent as I tried to reach for them. Multiple hands were surrounding me, forcing me to watch the imagery. Time was ticking as I looked for something to learn where I was. V I tried to look around, but I was being kept around in a small cage around Zero. A forcefield that
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 52 : A Story Of How They Shaped The World : (part 1)
A voice suddenly called out to my name. I instantly turned around, finding where the voice came from. It was faint, yet I knew it was near. “Oh.” I was stunned to speak as I saw that everyone was looking at me with their eyes full of sadness and grief. Everyone looked at me with concern as tears poured out of my eyes. “I’ve returned…” I said to myself. “You’re back.” Mirai’s eyes were eager yet full of sadness and regret. An emotion I don’t understand, yet my chest is pounding. She rushed towards me with her open arms and hugged me as our tears rolled into our eyes. I firmly grasped the shoulders that had given me hope for a life of happiness between the worlds. The music of life as I cry on her shoulders as the memories of life swirl around my soul. Flure looks at me with contempt and happiness. Louis is glad yet sad about the outcome. The images of everyone I love in a world full of sadness and grief. With the melody that screams in my soul. It is the end. The end of a never-en
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 53 : A Story Of How They Shaped The World : (part 2)
“Did you get everything that I said, Mori?” Seraphim looks at me, waiting for my response. “I got it.” “It’s all thanks to Raoul. Even though the situation where we found him is somewhat unbearable since we couldn’t help but repeat the same pain he had experienced from the worlds we had created. We need our imitations to see him so they can relay the answer of this world to you. The answer is "where two souls shouldn’t meet.” “That’s right. There’s still another soul, right?” I asked. “No. Nought already gathered his little pieces of soul between worlds. It is you and Nought that shouldn’t meet. The reason is because we're risking the destruction of our world. If Nought dies, our world will be erased in the book." "I guess everything that you two did was for me to meet you two in this world just to take back my soul." I felt sad because they risked their world just to give me a piece of my soul. "It's nothing really. It's just how it is. Even if preserving this world ended in a f
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 54: The Last Goodbyes To My Friends Created With My Doubt
Deep into an unknown forest with my hand still tightly held by Seraphim with her face beet red as we both catch our breath. The chirping of cicadas in the dark forest echoes within the moonlight not far from where we are. “Phew. Thankfully, they did not say anything anymore. It would be too annoying if they stopped us.” Seraphim removed her grip from my hand. “Wha-what are we going to do now?” I asked as I tried to catch my breath after all that running. “What else? We’re going to your place.” She said casually. “But I don’t want to go back.” “You’re going back. I need you to say your goodbyes to the imitations of your friends in this world. You have something to say, right?” With the way things are going, my only option is to do what she asks me to do. It’s only apologizing and saying goodbyes. Goodbyes? “Uhh, why do I need to say goodbye to them?” “You’re going to return to your world and never return here. I don’t want to risk you meeting him in this world. But if you’re
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 55: The Leaf Of Doubt Flew In The Light
A single piece of Leaf flew in the air. It swayed with the sudden breeze and flew higher and higher as it reached the clouds of happiness. But the rain's sudden downpour made it impossible for the Leaf to continue to fly. The heavy droplets of rain hit the side of the Leaf, plummeting to the ground. The Leaf had doubted itself now from the dreams of reaching the sky. It rained harder to the place where the Leaf fell. Its pieces were being ripped by the heavy droplets, losing their face. The Leaf was sad as it got torn apart by the heavy rain. Its hope of reaching the skies was now broken, and just accepted its fate. Suddenly, a rabbit appeared and took the Leaf into its home. Its eyes were filled with amazement, not because it was torn but because it was unique. Its color underneath was pale, yet half was full of life. The rabbit dries the Leaf with its fur. It was happy that it told the other two of what it found. They celebrated with the little rations of food they had with the con
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 56: A Broken Fairground Of Happiness In The Repressed Illusion Of Memory
[27 May, 10:30 A.M. - Mori’s room.] The days seem to pass by without a care for everything in this world. We played around with our magic. Created a life space within the magic spheres with the children inside the fortress. Imagination was used for all our creations. We were happily laughing with each other. We spent the rest of our day in the middle of the street. “Ngh…” But right now… We’re at the beach for some reason… There were smiles, but I don't remember. There was joy swelling up on my chest, but I don't understand. “How did this even happen?” I was confused. I can’t remember what happened last night after I depleted all my magic, as many kids started playing around the world box. My magic couldn’t sustain such a large amount of simulation of different people, yet they’ve emptied me… We were moving on a carriage. The horse kept making a loud sound but it the sound doesn't throughly pierced from the auburn wood laid as a foundation for the carriage. “Oh? Did you wake up,
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