Keep an eye on something too unexpected and impossible.
The body of what had been sleeping in the time capsule was a set of dresses.
A range of shoes and accessories.
However, I know at a glance that it is not a simple matter.
Unbelievable, I took the dress and spread it out.
The cash-cool collar and the bell sleeve cuffs, which gradually spread from the top, are trimmed with elegant laces.White, pink and purple floral patterns are glossy on the light light light blue ground color.
In the empire line, the belt ribbon in the high switching position is tied directly below the chest rather than the back side.
The dark blue skirt has a slightly higher maxi length than the ankle.Tensioned fabrics fold up several times, spreading and shaking.
The shoes we had together were braided short boots rather than high heels to match the dress.
Also, there is a hair decoration inspired by a large flower like a thin purple powder.No other accessories have a necklace.
It was definitely a designer dress, but the moment I saw it, I remembered that I was supposed to wear it at the first graduation ceremony.
If the Japanese saw it, they might think it was a kimono dress.
Why did Grace have the costume of the kimono genre that I didn't wear when I thought it was premature to release it to the world?
"--ahh... really..."
There was a doubt that I had felt for a while.
I can't be sure anymore, and I've given up thinking that what I know won't happen. It's possible.
Who is Grace?
The answer, which remained blurred, was now clearly pointing in front of me.
The size of the dress I got makes my hands tremble.
It was almost the same as Grace's dress, which was lined up with other rags - but only the waist was one centimeter larger.
"............"
Your throat is getting hot.
--This is my dress.
I can't say a word.
I tried to put it on my body before I saw it.
Perfect size for me now.
"Well, this is a design that Mr. Grace drew himself."
Helen, who was watching next door, was surprised.Then he tells me about the time.
Unlike me, fashion was essentially up to the designer, and Grace once painted a dress illustration of some whims a few months before the birth.
Because it was an unusual design, it left an impression.
Helen looked strangely at the dress when she ordered it and kept it here.
No more mistakes - close your eyes and accept the facts.
My first day around, when I was a college student.
I fell in love at first sight at the moment I saw the sample, and I was looking forward to it, but I could not wear it at last.
Design, color, pattern, everything in the image overlaps.
In this case, even if I wear a kimono and weird dress, I'm sure I won't get suspicious.You can say it belongs to my mother.
I suppose that's your mother.
I feel like I've received a surprise present from my mother, who didn't have time to feel warm.
First and last, a gift from Grace.
For more than sixteen years before I was born, I waited here to get it.
"--Grace...."
I was shaken by unspeakable emotions in front of my dress.
I had a feeling that I didn't want to admit it and turned away from my eyes.
Tristan escaped the fate of being found in the country as a prophet to bring me into the world as a great prophet.
Then it is not strange that there is another human being who has been tasked with that fate.
At the crossroads of my life, I have become involved many times.Even after he died.
--Grace was also an unconscious prophet who existed to create me in the world.
Kill me (Zachariah), give birth to me (Gladys)... for as long as it was meant to give birth to me (Great Prophet) in this world.
Maybe you disposed of most of your maternity clothes because you expected nothing more?
Unlike guilt, my chest aches from senseless emotions.
If I was born and died at the age of sixteen, and the monster still plays with my body after my death, would it have been happier if I had lived long and cramped in the castle as a prophet and been treated with care?
Growing up in a different environment would have made it easier to live - at least not so harsh.
I thought he lived as he liked and died as he liked.
But actually, where did her own life go?A short lifetime, as if taunted by destiny.
Grace, who never listened to anyone's voice and lived anywhere on his own, somehow gave birth to me without giving up his life.
I wonder if she has been happy all her life.How far did you see your destiny?
You were embracing the future of your own death from the beginning?Or did you hate me?Or because you're unconscious, you don't know anything?
How did you feel about having me?And why did you leave this dress?
All I remember was the girl standing up who only met once on that snow day.He looked down at me with a strong expression and left to escape.
I wonder if she saw anything else in her eyes than me (Zachariah) dying.
--I don't know anything even though I'm a great prophet.
No one understands her.
All you have to do is hold something thick in your chest in a mystery that you can't answer forever.
By wearing a gift from my mother, along with a heartfelt thanks for giving birth to me.