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Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 60: "That Happiness... It's Unravelling By The End Of The Day." (part 2)
As I slowly worked my way up to the sound of the book being flipped. Time is slower when you’re thinking of doing something mischievous. One step from the tat. Two steps on the staircase for a mischievous thought. Three steps as I get closed without her noticing my presence. Mirai was too focused on the book that she was reading. I stared at her for a long time, admiring her dedication to reading the book. It was thick, covered in leather, and had a fantastic design style to the front. She was also taking notes on the side as she fumbled her hand on the book’s thick parchment paper. I slowly walked towards her without making any noise. Slow tippy toe movements as I continued to stare at her. Then suddenly, Mirai moved. I started to panic that; I just stood still like a log. Then I noticed that she was just gonna stretch her arms. Maybe she was getting numb because of her position? She continued to read the book. As I slowly made my way toward her, I sat down beside her. Then stared
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 61: “The End Of This Day Also Ended With That Dream.”
Commencing Dive/r64 Data Extraction…- Success… Removal/Unknown Holder… 01…- Failed… / Corrupted World Reset…- Memory Reconstruction0999/Ataru… 499-Success/Failure-500 Attempts 999/ Recopying Lost Data…/ Failure/// 10000 Attempts… Data Rendering/// Failure!/ Story Progression/// Altered/// BUG FOUND/// COSMO/// "Sorry… " …… [6:30 P.M. Returning to Seraphim’s room.] I saunter, still in a daze of what just happened tonight. An experience I didn’t get yet, my heart seems to flutter in a way I haven’t felt in some ways. Ten beats per second. My whole body feels hotter than usual, yet I’m sweating a cold sweat. My mind couldn’t think properly as I walked back to our room. Slowly trying to sink what Mirai had just done earlier to me. I’m troubled; I can’t understand it. I’m trying to think of possible ways I could think of, yet none of them was helpful to me. It all leads back to the image of Mirai kissing my cheeks. I could still feel the softness an
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 62: “To You Who Started The Loop. Ataru."
I can see Ataru in the mirror. I could see myself from Ataru’s eyes. Ataru had a white hair and blue eyes. He has the same face as me but looks dead and tired. He also looks malnourished. Ataru was looking at himself in the mirror and was trying to call someone. “Hey, Aki. What should I do now?” {Aki? What does he mean by Aki?} I wondered why he was talking to himself in the mirror and calling a name that I was familiar with. Why does he look tired? Why was he hoping for a release? These questions started appearing as I properly saw Ataru’s image in the mirror. “Is there any way I could change what happened that day? Is there anything I can do to stop these images inside my head? Is there anything I can do to stop myself from remembering those things?” Ataru was starting to get red. His voice is beginning to get hoarse. “Aki… Aki… Talk to me…” {Is this the same Aki I know?} I said to myself. My head was so confused about what was happening and why I was inside someone’s body tha
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 63: “To I Who Wake Up Knowing The Pain Of Someone I don’t Know.”
With the last photograph of memories in the void I drifted from, I was suddenly pulled from the void. I left all the film strips of memories of someone in the void that tells the story of how someone lost his will to play his instrument. I acquired his memories, thoughts, and emotions through the film strips I saw and felt.[31 May. 2:30 A.M. - In the room of Seraphim.]“Nghh…” My head still hurts. My fever was still high. The towel had lost its coldness and was plainly wet on my forehead. Mirai was sleeping beside me, holding my hands tightly. Flure was on the sofa while Louis was sleeping on a chair. It’s already May 31, yet these dreams haunt me still. A series of dreams continued to appear, telling me something, reminding me of something. I have no response to all the questions I was asking. I don’t know where I will find the answer to these dreams. A series of disappointments, delusion, pain, and regret. I removed the towel from my forehead. I placed it on the side of my bed. T
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 64: The Void Where This World Reside: (part 1)
The emptiness of life within the darkness absorbed my thoughts and dreams as I stared into the ceiling of the first house where I resided. Its darkness clouded my vision of happiness, and I simply let it play with my life like a blood flow, slowly, painfully, excruciating, as it corroded to what I thought I would never get. Then my life turned around, and I looked back from the light as I had already embraced the darkness. The fleeting sense of life was slowly moving away from me, but I ran. I ran as fast as possible to catch up to the people in the light. They held out their hand, waiting for me to grab it. Gleefully embracing, sense of relief. The light that I grab in the darkness of life. A once empty space has now been filled with the light of happiness and was slowly being rebuilt to once what consider was a ‘normal living.’ “Yeah. That’s what life is, right, Seraphim?” I said as I was enveloped by the light, instantly blocking all of my senses. Welcome To Black Space—0/3=
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 65: The Void Where This World Reside: (part 2)
The goodbyes foretell the situation that would happen in the future, within this time that has been stopped with infinity. The darkness surrounding every life creates a new branch for a precious tomorrow. “Goodbye.” Imagine Mirai’s goodbye with those gleaming eyes and a smile from the space apart from me. Waving her final goodbyes. What if tomorrow never comes? What if time never works on my way? Would it affect the fate that I will choose? Will it heal these hearts of ours for the duration of life? {I think it’s not quite right.} I thought. That goodbye to those who believe in a precious tomorrow. That goodbye, who thinks that the world should end tonight. Then, I should just do my way even if it would hurt me. I hope that figure is something good. ‘Shlaaa…’ A less visible light glints as I face the world I need to restore for it to move forward to tomorrow. For everyone to think of a brighter tomorrow with yesterday's regret. “Welcome to Aestheric Mundtro Wriold.” The
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 66: The Void Where This World Reside: (part 3)
I could hear the hourglass ticking, slow ticks with a 0.0001 interval in my perception. As this happens, I feel a sense of Déjà vu as we continue to fly forward into the enemy at a fast rate, like there was no danger in front of us. My thoughts and body tell me I've already experienced this scenario. I could hear that distorted wave in my ear as the monster launched an attack on us. We were still blinded by the crimson-colored light from the light the eye had created and the miasma altering our senses. With the help of the early enchantments, we can keep up even though it was too hard to see and move while covering our eyes with one hand and holding our weapon on the other. [Flame: Give me Eyes. Time: Accel.] With no seconds to waste, I cast my magic to give me the sight of my surroundings using my flames. I discarded the flame by creating small fragments of it and gave it my eye, enabling me to have a 360-degree view. I accelerated my thought process to properly work on the eyes I
Why Are My Dreams Realistic? Chapter 67: The Void Where This World Reside: (part 4)
Time rushes forward for me as I sweep the world's darkness with the flames of life that flow within my aura. I painted the dark with my trail as I rushed forward to change the fate that it had spoken to. My aura was sparking brighter, removing the smell of the damned that lingered from within the extension of magic from that Monster. I cast a magic circle as I fly. I embedded my words with heavy gravitational pressure from the spell and to the tip of my sword. I trapped the monster by placing a magic circle from multiple sides to halt its evolution. [Sword of Milos: Gravitum/Fallen Down.] I thrust my sword as I approached the core to destroy its source of life. I embedded the tip of my blade with the same output of gravitational pressure that I’d cast. Within contact, it has the potential to shatter the core. That is what I thought… [Flames: Liar Lughma. (Flames of Retribution.)] As I got close to the core, I tightened my hands' grip on the handle of my sword and lit it aflame wi
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Chapter 78: "Metamorphosis."
Flure’s POV: The colors I see in my eyes are strange. Spheres of various colors floated around, with cogs and rings shaping it into a watch-like structure. I could tell the time of people merely by gazing at the colors that everyone emits in this unique eye that I have. I've watched many people's time pass and disappear, just to be replaced by a door of a different hue and structure. I cursed my eyes because even if they could see the colors and the remaining time of everyone, it wasn't useful and only distracted me from the world. The doors of the dead, which come out of nowhere, have an eye-catching green and black radiance. Opening it leads to another world, the person's life etched on the door. My eyes aren't beneficial. It became the foundation of shame and dread I tried so hard to conceal it under my cheerful smile and quips. Whenever I see a clock on a person's haze that emanates a brilliant glow, I can sense the end of their time, revealing a stopwatch. I tried to catch it,
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Chapter 77: "It's The Little Thing We Have In Life That Makes Us Happy."
Amid life's equation, death blooms, and music and illumination emanate from the gentle glow that encompasses everyone and cherishes them all. A sun as pale as the souls of everyone hides in the corner, embracing everyone at the tower's entrance. Turning around, I saw kids my age eagerly making their way up to the tower, aspirations and dreams stoked by the blaze of desire. “Self conquers the first and of victory.” was engraved over the entryway of the tower. Symbols of God the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit fuel the tower's surroundings. Recognition of the God revered by the tower's creator. A profound line of teaching that adorns the tower with the creator's immense pleasure and joy, signifying his love for his God. Then, I noticed two colossal rings encircling outside the boundary of this world. Nothing within my line of sight allowed a clear view of the distant structures where this tower was constructed; only the children walking towards the entrance and the sand they tread upon we
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Chapter 76: The Flower Bed For The Deceased
“Ah. Your future is yet to be determined, slowly fiddling amassed of different consciousness.” He slowly raised his right arm and swayed it around. “You can hear it—the voices of the world. Slowly drawing you in the far shore. Leering fear. Captivating.” The winds blew as fast as the bird's flight. It only lasted for about a second, as if teasing you with its cold and hapless emotion. As I listened to Abelard’s talk, my chest began to beat a little bit faster. “You’re still a child. Although in mind. Your soul is pure, filled with endless desire, but filled with storm—a strong will to live and be born anew.” “What do you mean by that?” I asked. “It means that you’re a soul filled with avarice. You’re soul is white as pure but tainted with avarice. That’s what I’ll say to you.” He began to change his foresight. The world began to shape and change as if he was altering it. “Ah. You’re a lost cause of humanity living amongst ye humans. How’d you wandered here, I wonder.” Abelard sai
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Chapter 75: Abelard The Wise
→ The story revolves around the wondrous epiphany of a tower. Life, flourishing. Living is detrimental. Souls, unbothered. Killing was a wonder. Death is attrition. → On the contrary. The tower expresses its gratitude towards you as the person who lifted the heights of impertinence. How truly satisfying. Humans would be filled with sorrow and revulsion from the serpentine consciousness of human life to the place called “dreams.” →The precipitous pathway along the twisted vision of scrumptious desire for asceticism on top of the tower. Ascending a top to receive the holy retribution of everlasting gaiety, searching for something, creating something, and dying for nothing. ***** My body drifts away to the field of white egret flowers, slowly drifting to a door where the sun radiates a much brighter light. Ahh…It’s not a place filled with darkness. Memoirs of the past constantly hunt me among the path of emptiness, which has changed to a light that fills that void—caressing my head
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Chapter 74: “Here We Are, Back Together Again.” (Part 2)
Droplets of water on the shower head continue to fall in a second interval. It resounded between the empty monochromatic walls of the bathroom, creating a rhythmic sound. A melodic hymn that resonated in the depths of my heart as if it was part of my bow. Time is a toxic trait that encourages me to turn my eyes to the cycle of life. A toxic devolve of imaginary people playing along in your head as you indulge in the hobby you picked up. It’s probably a bad idea to focus on oneself and forget the others as you go on your journey without thinking of your friends. We couldn’t live on our own since no man is said to be an island. Friends is like a sweet orange. It tastes great when you pick it up at the right time. You’ll know that it's good when the scent can be smelled even without peeling it. But if we decide to forget them, they’ll start to rot and lose their patience and will choose to cut out all ties. Thankfully, my friends aren’t like that, and I’m glad to have them. Haah… Rela
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Chapter 73: “Here We Are, Back Together Again.” (Part 1)
Amidst all the things that happened in the past months, nothing has changed, even a tiny change in the world. The world is still a monochromatic place that we call on as life. Life is flourishing with new faces of people living in this world. Is that their persona? Or was it their faces? I’m still uncomfortable to see the faces of different people living in this world. Seclusion… I’ve probably done it as we’ve got back. I'm playing the violin. An instrument that I found inside a case filled with normal papers and some other crumpled papers tainted with a black and indecipherable letter. Flure was staring at me as I played the notes the same way as it was written. {Hello, since this is the beginning of a new story, my life purpose isn’t complete yet. There was something that I was supposed to do last month, but I decided not to do it since I’m currently preoccupied with the violin. I decided to play this instrument to learn more about the original me. I want to know how amazing I was.
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Somewhere: The Hidden System
[I could hear the rattling sound of the clouds, reverberating in this colorful world. I can see everything in my eyes now. The blurry vision was gone now and I could see everything beyond the horizon. I can now see the mountain range covering another world that was once blurry in my vision. My hand can slightly move against the thick layer of ice I’m confined with. This place began to glitch, and the person I talked to said he needed to go somewhere. My head feels lighter than usual.] [The wind suddenly became erratic. The ripple it created in the air was so fulminating that it felt like the world fell from heaven. Then I saw his figure in the distance, walking somewhat like a flunk. It came to my mind that he had returned with the green light as it sent waves of heavily restricted words into the sky. His eyes were dead tired from his swollen face, and dark eye bags. He greeted me as if I was a friend on his lonely place.] "Oh, you’re awake already… Did you have a nice dream?” Dēria
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Chapter 72: "Oh? This Is The End? Kinda Fast For Me. Would There Be Another One?"
“Now. What should I tell you? There’s a lot of things that I wanted to say, but I think it would take a hundred years to actually tell everything to you.” Linus looks so gleeful with a smile that would’ve taken aback every person. It feels like a trek to the path in front of him. I'm still vigilant, but not in a way where I’m wary. I'm still slightly uncomfortable, but it feels weirdly warm when I finally reach him. The identical void in his pupils has a sense of deceit and falsifies anything he says. But for some reason, I feel relatively calm and full of hope maybe because it was about me. It felt like I was walking on a putrid path in one straight line. Every step felt like a mile. Every step felt like I was descending to my own hell. “Ngh…” A cacophony of noise rings my head frantically. The noise inside my head was so unbearable that I had to stop on the track and lay my head again, using pressure from both hands to stop it. I smashed my head in the soil, which had stopped t
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Chapter 71: "This Was The World I Created For Him, And Yet You're All Using It For Yourselves!?"
“Heh.” The boy had a grim smile when I turned around. There was a hint of disgust and annoyance hidden behind his innocent smile. His eyes were as dark as a void filled with nothing but a hollow death as I stared directly. I tried to wipe off the tears on my eyes, but it continued to create anew. This sense of nostalgia is like I’ve seen one of my close friends. My chest continued to pound uncontrollably from the intense emotion that I was feeling. I’m trembling all over my body. My temperature continues to rise exponentially. Then suddenly, with that sense of relief, my mouth opened with a smile of satisfaction I had never experienced. “I guess your soul would never forget me even though your memories were long gone.” The boy changed his smile to a genuine one. Seeing him smile made my heart pound faster and faster. “You never really understand this kind of emotion, huh? You’re still the same even though I’ve met you countless times in different data.” A musical instrument reso
