Unnamed Memory

- I thought I heard where to start.

He looks around with only consciousness.

I'm not sure where I am. All the senses don't work well.

If I insist, is that a dim room on a rainy day?

There is no light. But he feels the ocean air, which is not dark.

It took words from somewhere then.

"Are you awake?"

Soft I received that as "I heard your voice" because that was more natural to him.

You can't mediate anything but your voice when someone calls you.

So naturally I thought so - but he was frustrated by the tiny discomfort.

He is conscious of giving it back to himself with his voice.

"What about you?

I don't know if that's a good voice, but it seems to have been passed on to them. There's just a slight sign of smiling.

"I wonder where to start."

"Start? What?

"The world that you've all left behind."

"We..."

The words also make me more uncomfortable.

I shouldn't have been alone. In response to that question, they laughed.

"She'll be there. I'm still asleep at your feet. I'm sure he won't wake up until the world starts."

If you ask me, there are signs of blurring right next to me.

It's like a cat sleeping round, she's in deep sleep.

Being that you should be familiar with. But now he's anxious that I can't even remember her name. Reach out to hold that body up.

But the hand never touched anything. They forgive him for feeling disturbed.

"You don't have to be so careful. You are now my successors. [M] And the inevitable that this world has created to eliminate foreign objects."

"… necessarily"

"Don't you remember? You crushed my tools with that sword, didn't you? The fragment fell on you. [M] You've gone from person to person... to something different."

Blurry as they say, one day the sight comes back.

Indeed, he eliminated any outside interference with her beside him. At that time, he suffered the aftermath of a broken force and was thrown out into a place where he could not have been.

That's how I was pushed away by the stream, and I thought I was out of line with her, too.

But now, they're both picked up and in the same place. He couldn't tell if it was this opponent who remitted it, or if it happened to flow to the same place.

The other's words arrive calmly.

"By your decision, the history that has been built up has collapsed and nothing is gone. You're the only ones left. [M] So I was wondering where to start."

Slowly, the memory returns. The will awakens.

- - Rewind time, an outsider's curse.

That's what he destroyed. Something that allows people to start all over again, hundreds or thousands of times, with regret.

Something like that, but something that shouldn't be. The world becomes distorted without ever moving forward.

So I drained it.

Even though we knew it would attribute many human wishes to blisters, we decided to step over ourselves.

He looks under his feet. No, vision doesn't work well. That's why I turned my consciousness to it.

"Tinasha"

Call her by her name.

I also remembered my name late. Oscar always searches for Acacia.

But there, I felt the other person's grin.

"I won't do anything. Now I'm not what I was. It's a shard of consciousness left in the spell."

The person who talks pale doesn't even know if it's a man or a woman. You wouldn't even know if you were human.

Oscar calls them in words pointing to them.

"Are you an outsider?"

"Sounds like that's what they say. One of those who observe you from the outside."

"Why would you do that?

"I wonder if it's because you look like what you've lost."

"Lost something?

But they don't respond to it.

In a blurry place, time hasn't even flown. There's just a vague perception.

The other person tells them to sing.

"I knew I was going to start from the beginning. Go back before I touch this world. - You will also be reborn in your original time."

"Me too?

"Yes, even if the curse breaks and history returns as it should, your existence can no longer be erased. My powers are stained and perverted. Even if you die, your soul will never be able to melt into the world again."

…………

"But you chose that path, didn't you? I don't care what happens to me. I don't give in and keep fighting. That's what I thought."

If you destroy the spell, you may die young. Or maybe it turns into an unborn history.

But I didn't think it would matter. When you continue to fight as long as your will remains.

Oscar is silent against his opponent.

"So congratulations. Your wish has come true. You will continue to fight life and death over and over."

"Ever...... Tinasha too?

Oscar sees at his feet.

There she is still asleep. There's no sign of waking up. Because she has a much higher affinity for power.

Many things come to light as the consciousness becomes clearer. That we have also become the only beings to inherit the power of the curse of outsiders and the knowledge of repeated history.

Still, will it be forgiven to have dragged her to such a fate?

"She's destined for the same thing. You just have to look forward to meeting him again. That will be your true history. [M] Unlike countless extinction histories."

Using the last word as an opportunity, the place fades rapidly.

It moves when it stops. Oscar reached to his feet for the feeling that everything but himself would stay away. Trying to grab my wife's hand, but it slips through.

"I guess this memory won't stay with you. It's a piece of history. But I think that's fine. 'Cause one day you're gonna get to the real me."

"Oh, wait..."

Words, beings, fade away.

Variety, rise.

Where do I go? Oscar tried to raise his voice to the feeling of just being dragged back.

But I won't be able to do that any time soon. Consciousness is distant.

It's just that he wants to call his wife's name again...

And everything went dark.

"... Your Highness, what's wrong?

To his childhood voice, Oscar looks up all the time.

Looking around, it's a familiar castle room. He twisted his neck to a consciousness that was not even falling asleep but was interrupted.

"Something... weird... even daydreaming?

"I've been working for a long time, but can I finally sleep while I work?"

"Not really."

I used to think I should be able to do that when I was a kid, but I can't help but remember what it is even if I can handle it.

When Oscar stands up, he gives Lazar a bunch of finished paperwork.

"Well, if you've been working all this time, it sounds like you could take a little break. I'll be out a little bit, please, later."

"Which way are you going?"

- I wonder where we're going.

The first answer I can always think of to that question is "she".

As a child, a beautiful witch who helped herself captured by demons. I want to reward her one day, but I still don't think I can reach her.

I'd like to go up the tower where she lives if I get a little more confident, but the other guy is a witch who lives a long time. They may not come forever if they do poorly, such as "someday" when they can be comparable to her. Oscar was going to "compartmentalize twenty years of age even late" to avoid doing so.

Its birthday is next month too. Oscar laughs bitterly at strange emotions.

"I'm going to move my body for now. I'm at the training ground."

"Yes, sir."

As I walk out, the remnants of my dreams fade away.

The only thing that stays is the emotions that poke you in the chest. I want to call her by her name.

But Oscar doesn't know the name for it. She didn't call herself that then. So again, one day you'll have to climb up the tower and meet her.

"Someday..."

Words that speak of the future. Eventually the end of the line.

Not knowing the weight it contains, he looks out into the distant west sky.

And in my chest...... eventually I called her name to know.