The screams I accidentally gave you were strangely tall.
It was like a young child, and I realized how uncomfortable it was.
A slightly wielded hand is unusually small and short.
Plump, short, little hands... baby, toddler hands.
'Cause, no, it's more dope than that.
And where am I?
What happened?
Panicky thoughts bouncing around and restless.
Anyway, once I try to be cool.
Yes, calm down, calm down, observe the situation.
■ ■ ■ ■ ……
In front of me, Katakata and Doc are ringing jaw bones.
I look up at Doc from around the sternum.
I mean, I'm being held up with one hand by this moving trick in front of me.
Guy broke my head, or caressed me clumsily with all my bone hands.
Slippery teeth have lost their gums, so they look slightly longer and grotesque.
It's not strange to open your mouth and bite me now.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!?
I can calm down in this situation!! And I felt even more evil inside. [M]
It is a moving trick. It is haunting. It is monstrous. Paranormal.
If you encounter something like this all of a sudden, everyone is afraid. Neither do I.
And for some reason, I seem to be small and young. [M]
I in my memory... have a lot of ambiguity... but my upper back was there, and I think it was a little lean.
However, the memory of its physical manipulation and the feeling of its present little body do not bite at all.
It's like crossing a tricycle I used to play when I was a kid since I grew up.
■ ■ ■ ■ ……
As troubled as it is, Gee shakes me with one arm in a rhythm.
No matter how much I'm in my arms, I'm prolonged, gutsy and shaky.
"Ahhh..."
So I finally realized.
The motion of Getty rocking me was clumsy, but very gentle.
Thanks for being unfamiliar and rough, and not comfortable with a broken arm...
Gahaha, you're such a baby! Beautiful skin, eating from the head? Are you eating from your feet?
I'm not thinking like a people-eating ghost, like, no, it seems. Maybe.
Although I can't assure you and I can't forgive you completely because I'm not clever enough to look at Doc and read that complexion.
But the way this guy works, I guess, I feel gentle.
"Ahhh..."
So, just a little, calm down.
The blue flames that burn in the orbit don't look adorable if you look closely at them.
... I wonder what's going on.
That's what I think, once I take my consciousness off the gee trick, I do my consciousness around me.
I can't move my neck well either, but I can see how many thick and magnificent columns and how many arches.
There is a circular opening in the middle of the ceiling for light extraction, from which light is inserted thinly.
It's definitely indoors somewhere, but somewhat old-fashioned and majestic.
Second, I remember the Pantheon of the ancient Roman Empire, seen in the photograph when it was.
I just don't know any more.
That the body is kind of moving.
I seem to have grown young. [M]
I check that behind my brain and try to get more clues, but my thoughts start to blur.
When he moved, he got sleepy.
"Ahhh..."
Gee is still clumsily giving up on me.
My body is shaken with a slow tempo, shaken by gentle waves.
As I entrusted myself to the wave... I fell asleep again.
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When I woke up, there was a ghost in front of me.
A blue-white, translucent, seemingly bigoted eagle-nosed grandfather.
All I can say is a ghost.
"Uhhhhhhhhh!?
I screamed.
Then I can hold it up.
Looking up, there was a woman with dry bones and skin all over her scab.
A dead wreck is a mummy.
"Uhhhhhhhhhh!?
I screamed.
Then there's something that I've been snooping at.
It's a trick I ran into before I went to bed.
"Uaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!
I screamed. [M]
... That's it.
This is God's punishment, and this is a hell of a place in the afterlife, isn't it?
Because it was a way of life that I didn't even live, I guess I'm surrounded by Hell's Jailers and all that right now.
Gang-gang, I was crying and thinking like that, and I was hungry.
■ ■ ■ ■ ……
Grandpa Ghost peeks into my face and then says something to the female mummy.
Then, a female mummy took out a white, porridge-like object from somewhere.
I'll spoon it and give it to you in front of my mouth.
... reluctantly hesitated.
Or there was no reason not to hesitate.
Of course, but is there someone who wants to be "ahem" a mummy who doesn't know what to eat?
If I don't say mummy and pass it on, I want you to think back to the pictures of the ready-to-wear Buddha that you would have seen in the Instructional Book.
Dry as a dead tree, the fruit of the human body. That's it.
He won't be in the boulder. And who wants to be "ahem"?
Even when I was there, at least I didn't want to cultivate friendship with him.
... though, I'm hungry. There is no other means of eating than the current situation.
Besides, my body is very young right now. The influence is so strong that my appetite and sleeping appetite are hard to resist.
Yeah, stay! And when I put it in my mouth, it tasted pretty good.
I remember that the meal for toddlers tasted pretty thin, but I guess the tongue is also suitable for my age.
Guy just stroked my head.
"Ugh...?
At the same time, I noticed something unexpected.
You don't have teeth in your mouth.
I put something in my mouth and realized it for the first time.
It should look kind of strange when you talk in a whirlpool.
... well, isn't a toddler having teeth?
I've never known it before.
If I had any childcare experience, I might have found out how much of a developmental stage I was in right now.
Ha, how many months old is it that you haven't got teeth but you haven't been drinking milk?
but in my lonely memories, there is naturally no warm, family-friendly thing like childcare experience.
Helping to raise brothers and sisters and relatives did not come, of course.
At best, it's about the game's birthing event, or the extent to which you saw the baby glimpse on some kind of show you saw streaming.
If you are a very normal adult of some age, you don't know that you probably know.
... thin, I thought.
I absorbed a thin piece of knowledge in front of the monitor, and I didn't use it for anything, but I died just old.
"Ahhh..."
If there is a god. Suppose this is God's punishment.
Surrounded by moving corpses, I don't know what this situation is.
For once, he looked like he knew after reading through all his insignificant knowledge...
Maybe that's the punishment to remind you of your ignorance and helplessness.
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... About six months have passed.
That's because I'm sleeping and waking up repeatedly and it's not clear how the day goes.
Babies sleep really well and wake up hungry often.
Come on, I was only sure that this situation wasn't a dream.
If this is some kind of fantasy, it's too vivid and too realistic.
It's too maniacal and I don't know what's going to happen and what happens when something like that happens, such as a dream of being looked after by a moving corpse.
... so I, a toddler with limited mobility, even had three dead people to look after me.
And so, naturally, the words spoken by the dead to each of them became quite understandable.
I think it's an amazing early start myself.
Was it indeed the theory of a scholar with some kind of impression, such as Chomsky, that a baby who is not really all the same, but is actually born with the ability to construct a systematic language and acquires the language from the audio information given on that basis? But universal grammar and all that... No, I can't remember hearing about it and all the details.
I knew how thin my knowledge was. [M]
"Well, well……………………."
I try to use my throat and tongue, which I still can't use well, to try to spell the word out.
I remember before I died. I still have a sense of physical manipulation in your body, and I'm in conflict with it.
For the same reason, I've been able to do enough standing recently, but I still can't walk well.
"All right, all right. That's right."
It is the female mummy who says so and smiles. They call me Marie from the two around me.
Marie wears an old, rubbed-off robe, like an ancient cleric.
I also wonder if it would be a bit ugly to criticize the woman who became a mummy, but perhaps she was a beautiful woman in her lifetime.
A sober stand-up with his eyes constantly lowered for a relaxed body.
There is no noticeable damage to the bark-like skin of a dead tree, and the appearance of a neat face in its lifetime can be disturbed from it.
Wavy golden hair is rich and beautiful only when dull over time.
"Shall we walk outside today?"
............!! Are you taking me!?
"Hehe, you look happy"
Apparently, I didn't know it and it was on my face.
I was also concerned about what was going on outside the temple where they were raised.
but I can't say "I'm going to have a look" or anything with this body, and I've been waiting for the opportunity to get him out like this.
"Here."
I was held up. From Marie, it smells fluffy and something, but it doesn't smell uncomfortable.
Burned incense tree... or something? It's like smelling incense from a sweet grandmother, like that.
".................."
Give yourself a little peace of mind to the fragrance.
Marie walks through the dim temple, holding me step by step.
Different colored square stones, alternating floors.
A hemispherically shaped, terribly high, large ceiling and the light that slips thinly through its apex, eye-like skylight.
On the wall there is a wall (Hekikan), and among its decorations, there is a sculpture of the gods that I think is probably dedicated to this temple.
Every time I walk, one after the other, it leaves in my eyes.
A magnificent, majestic and majestic man with a sword in his right hand and a balance in his hand.
Against the backdrop of Inaho, which is fruitful in the soil, a plump woman with a baby in her arms and a smile of mercy.
A tall, disappointed, splendid bearded man with a burning flame on his back, a hammer and a groove in his hand.
A dynamically young man with a lovely smile and a glass of wine and gold coins in his hand, along with the figurative of the blowing wind.
A beautiful young woman dressed in a thin cloth, soaking up to her waist in a fresh stream, with a bow in one hand and a fairy in the other.
Against the background of a carved columnar hallway of some kind of letter, an old man with a wand and an open book, who seems like a smart looking ship.
I thought it was probably polytheistic. [M]
Somehow, just looking at the statue, I feel like I know what kind of gods they are in faith in.
But I didn't know the next sculpture I saw.
There's nothing in the background. It's got a gloomy vibe surrounded by robes, and I don't even know if it's a man or a woman.
Speaking of features, is it true that you had a long patterned cantera-like light?
… the light was strangely disturbing.
but Marie naturally walks unknowingly through my momentary thoughts in her arms.
I chased him with my eyes, but the sculpture left right in front of me.
Sooner or later, when I look at it in detail, it will come.
Away from the ceiling's eye-like skylight, it gets darker and darker around.
Behind it, Marie reaches out her hand to a heavily iron door with a carved arch of crawling grass.
When pressed open, the light plunged in through the gap of the iron door that raised the stiffness, slowly widening.
And when it spread enough, Marie stepped out.
"Ah..............."
My vision opened all at once.
Fresh breeze blows through.
At the foot of the hill at dawn, slightly sumptuous in the morning. A stone city stretched along the vast lake.
Ancient or medieval winds. You can also see tall towers and beautiful arched water bridges.
... all of which were ancient and abandoned.
The roof of the building has collapsed by the way, and the lacquer on the wall has peeled off unbroken.
From the cobblestone gap in the street, grass stretches, green crawls and moss tangle and stick to the building here and there.
The streets where men once had their livelihoods decayed with greenery.
All of it was gently illuminated by the rising morning sun.
I opened my eyes.
It was such a beautiful sight that there was no comparison between the different stunning views I had seen over the monitor in my lifetime.
I felt the wind blowing through my head from the tip of my leg.
My head crept strangely.
The whole body, every cell in the body, feels the world.
... I remember something very important that I had forgotten somewhere.
I felt that way.
For some reason, tears seeped through.
I tried to turn it over and ate my teeth, but still my tears spilled.
It is helplessly vague and sends cloudy raw.
In the midst of it, he died as he was.
So I woke up in this world wondering if it was God's punishment.
But this isn't punishment.
I don't know where this place is.
I don't even know what's going on.
But I'm sure this is grace.
Amazingly wonderful, gracious.
Someone gave me what I had thrown away for nothing, even though I didn't have to.
It's a very warm, happy gift.
There's no way, I was so sure.
"Beautiful, Will.... cute boy."
Marie's voice.
William. Shrink it, Will.
That's my name. Marie and the others gave it to me, that's my name.
The name before his death was swallowed up in obscurity and confusion.
That's why this is my name.
This little body is my body.
I felt that the sound of that name, which I had heard somewhere else's, was familiar to my body as if it were someone else's, chewing it up.
"Ahhh..."
I tried to say something, and there was a voice that sounded like a baby crying.
Still, I give a desperate voice with an immature vocal cord.
...... do it.
I'll do it right this time.
Marie was so determined as to shake me off.
Now I still don't know why everything is. What kind of world is this, and how was it born here?
But you just have to figure that out from now on.
Even if you can't do anything with all your thin knowledge, you just have to be able to do it from now on.
I'm starving too.
You know or you don't know.
I've had enough of giving up and nodding.
I am, this time.
Now it's time to live.
You can fail.
It doesn't matter.
You can be all over the mud.
I'm going to live this time.
In this world, live!
That's what I vowed, along with a barking cry. [M]