I wake up with a cold breeze on my cheek.
It's dark outside, and I don't see where the walls are.
But that's what lights my body thinly, the red flower was supporting my body.
... What is this?
I can't say anything with my mouth just puckering open so that I can speak out.
But earlier headaches have disappeared like lies.
After I checked that, I got up and walked out.
In the meantime, we have to figure out where this place is.
I walk forward with that thought.
... No, maybe it's not really before.
Where I'm headed, it could really be the other way around.
With such vague anxiety, my vision suddenly opens and the dazzling light illuminates my eyes.
It was a place where demons and human bodies mixed in.
It's dim gray and I'm at the center of it.
More importantly, it upset me because I recognized this view.
This is the battlefield where I survived.
It beats faster and sweats erupt.
I can't close my eyes.
It's like my eyelids are being pulled to their intentions, and they don't distract me from the view.
I ran desperately to get away from it.
Then the red petals that were illuminating my feet splash.
As if that's the blood I've been stepping through, stuck to my feet.
But I can't afford to worry about the end of things like that.
I kept running and noticed something strange.
The bodies around him had been replaced by people who had seen them.
Even the living lay among those already dead, such as Bethenburg and Aruba, such as Zahr and Mentila.
Still, I can't close my eyes. Even screaming didn't forgive my body.
Sophia was in front of me when I was about to break my heart in pain.
She puts her hands up to me as usual and smiles at me.
When I stretch my right arm to express my will to her like that, the tip of my arm to the tip of my finger is covered in red flowers and let fly in the wind.
And my shoulder-to-shoulder arm vanished somewhere.
"... Ugh!
I scream and get out of bed.
The sound of an inorganic clock, the sky covered by white clouds, glances through the window.
White walls around, and brown doors.
"... dreams, or"
Speaking of which, he said this world was a dream.
Then it makes sense to wake up. No, it's weird if I don't wake up.
I relieve myself of the peace I gained for a moment and wipe with my left hand the cold sweat I had at some point.
When you wake up from a dream, is this already Mactoria?
Then it means we're already rendezvous with Sophia.
But did Mariarette notice my anomaly, and now she's giving me a break for a private night nearby?
I try to get up with my hands in order to get my body out of bed for now, but I fall as-is because I don't feel my arm.
"Ha, maybe it's because I dreamed of it"
I cage my powers in my right arm again, but I'm powerless again.
When I turned the futon suspiciously on the boulder, my right arm was nowhere.
"... Huh?
"What are you looking weird about? Lazareth."
Sophia stares at me with a cold eye as I turn to her voice.
I asked her in a trembling voice like that.
"... Sofi, a. My arm..."
"Huh? You didn't originally have that"
"Huh? Say what..."
"... Shut up"
When Sophia snaps like that, she throws something like a doll at me as it is.
I saw it. I saw it.
It wasn't a doll.
It was my neck.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!
I scream unexpectedly and shake her off and run out.
But to open the door and run, it just leads to the room where I was from earlier.
That, too, is in a room with a heterogeneous sight, with my head in it, staring at me smiling.
With my head, I ask me.
"Why run away?
"There's no escape."
"What's ahead of you on the run?
"Nothing. I keep running, even from where I left off."
"Then where am I?
"Nowhere"
"Lazares-Mercius is not me"
The words sounded like the three of us.
Just me with the head, me with it.
Only those two, they're not supposed to be in this room.
I get terrified of the sight and hurry back down the path I came from.
But there was no view I knew before I returned, and Sophia lay against the wall painted with red paint.
Staring at her like that, you noticed my presence, only my neck turned to this one, and I opened my eyes.
"... Sophia?
"What does oblivion mean?"
"Huh?"
"It's death. Only others can prove that they exist. Only the memories of others prove their existence"
"You renounced that role."
"Choose. What do you do with yourself? Assume what you are and what you exchange"
... No. It's not Sophia.
Her words are mechanical and she can't feel her will.
That's when I felt like something touched my lips.
When distracted by it, the red painted room is dyed black.
"Choose. This question is mercy to you."
The voice echoed in my head and continued to linger on my head as a remnant.
But on the other hand, Sophia disappeared into darkness, and this world left me alone.
I was afraid of that loneliness.
This black felt as if this darkness was blaming me one by one.
That's when the light shined over my head.
Ahead, a giant hand comes down on my head.
Something I saw, I said unfortunately.
"... unfortunately, it's time. I'll tell you one last thing, brother."
"I'm a wise man's law, but I'm not your brother's enemy. And don't forget this dream."
The voice was a strange one, mixed with the voices of adults and children.
"... wait!
I stretch out my right arm and try to chase something of it.
But there was nothing ahead, just grabbing the sky.
"... good"
I was relieved that I had my own right arm, but at the same time I was on guard.
Maybe this place is a dream too.
I brought my head to that possibility and looked around.
Warm wood walls, white sheets and beds. And Sophia sat in the chair next to the bed.
"Sophia!?
"Yikes! Hey, what are you shouting at?
"It's Sofia, isn't it Sofia!?
I grab her arm and observe the trends.
But she distorted her face in agony and opened her mouth.
"Ouch! It hurts, Lazareth!
"... Oh, I'm sorry"
"Damn, what is it? If you think you've got a look like you're having a good dream, disturb it as if you were even having a nightmare..."
... good dreams? Is that it?
It's not that easy. If I can, I don't want to see it anymore.
I was distracted by Sophia glancing at me wondering how I was doing, but behind it I notice Mariarette standing with her hands on her chin.
"... are you awake? Lazareth."
"Is that Mariarette? Is this...?
"In the castle of Mactoria. In the meantime, I don't think you've accepted the refugees."
Marialette shrugs her shoulders and sits in a nearby chair.
I saw her like that and realized she was standing out of her chair and wanting to see how I was doing.
"... thanks, Mariette"
"If you want to thank me, tell that woman before me. She panicked as soon as I told her that you had suddenly fallen..."
"Hey, don't say that......!
"It was. Forget it."
Marialette laughs like a prank at Sophia, who gets teased and gets red.
I saw them like that and finally realized I was out of a nightmare.
……
But what that voice said at the end kept catching my heart.