I used to think that if it was Emile, her world must be full of pink bubbles or littered with colorful phantoms.

--If I were someone like Emile--

--Her world would be so beautiful--

--So beautiful that it is not belong here --

So that there is absolutely no way it could be like mine.

Absolutely impossible ...... like this--

--strewn with a gloomy dead silence.

"......"

Dark, dark green skies--

The harsh wind that blows now and then--

The scattered pages of the book swirling up with the wind--

I really have to describe it ......

--so lonely that one wants to sob softly--

The cacophony of wind swept up everything that could not be firmly rooted in the ground with a wild whine.

Why was Emil's mind-phase world ...... is such a ......

...... lonely one?

I came closer to the whirlpool of swirling and tumbling pages.

The closer I get, the clearer the song hidden in the wind becomes.

The cold, indifferent voice was so fluttering that it seemed to scatter in the wind.

The completely unfamiliar language interweaves a hazy and bleak story,

"Nah, don't cry, I'm already here."

The young girl in a long black velvet dress stood quietly in the center of the vortex, quietly looking up at the sky.

"Nah, don't be sad, I'm here with you."

Her words are so warm-

"Nah, don't be afraid, I'll stay."

But sad enough to make you cry -

"Nah, don't hide, I'm holding on to you."

My throat became dry.

"Nah, don't look around, I'll always, always be there for you."

The maiden turned her head and looked at me quietly,

the pathos of her eyes was like a sharp knife stabbing straight into her chest.

Her voice began to tremble.

"Nah, don't look, I'm not here anymore."

"Nah, don't run, I can't stay anymore."

"Nah, don't be afraid anymore, I was, always by your side."

"Nah, don't be sad, what I wanted most to leave behind, it can't disappear."

She looked up again, at the pile of pages.

"Nah, don't cry, I will, surely, return to you again."

The wind swirled bleakly.

Ina moment, I was side by side with her.

"Are you ...... me?"

The young girl who looked exactly like me smiled indefinably.

"In that case ......"

She did not say a word, but put her hand into that vortex, and with definite purpose seized a piece of the page.

"Mmm!?"

A pain like a tear in the brain--

"......"

Returning to my senses, me, in the same position of the maiden, I held in a piece of laminated black letter with a feather in it.

And the maiden who looked exactly like me, as if she had never been there from the beginning to the end.

I opened the letter.

"Dear Miss Molly Ann-"

The familiar opening.

"Is your otherworldly life ...... happy?"

!

"By the way, Emile would actually be like that."

......

"She's sad, she's restless, she has nothing to count on."

"She ...... is living alone, too."

"If it is to explore her knowledge, then you can always look for it in your own mind."

"But if it is to explore her herself ......"

"at least for now, no enough"

......

"So it would be a very wonderful thing to be with her now."

If what I saw before just sent chills down my back, this last line really sent my spirit into an ice cave.

"--The most sincere--"

"-- --Mo--"

"--Lly-- "

"--Ann--"

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"ke ...... ke ......"

I was stunned out of that unreal world and woke up.

"So ...... that ......" Emile moved away from me, squirming and drawing circles on the ground with her toes, "what did you see? "

"......"

I paced forward.

"A bunch of pink bubbles and some bad delusions you made about me."

"Well ......"

She lowered her head uneasily.

I squeezed her shoulders and then took her in my arms.

"Eh ...... what's wrong?"

She shook her body in panic.

I remembered the ballad.

"Nah, no need to be alone anymore,"

I whispered against her ear.

"-I, have come back-"

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