Unnamed Memory

Sleep dominates every corner of the body.

My body is heavy. I can't lift my arm.

Tinasha wandered silently on a wide sleeping table. Lie on your back and look up at the high ceiling where the vitreous is embedded.

Totally familiar birdcage. In the room where she kept staying, that window was the only one she liked.

Tinasha finally wakes up after about fifteen minutes, stretching with the elongation.

As a girl dressed in white thin silk at night, she turned to the bathroom, where she spent time awakening.

There is no one in the big room but her. From time to time, only visitors get permission.

However, most of the time the visitor has also been visited by the Emperor's life.

Tinasha returns to her sleeping quarters wet naked with a sarcastic smile.

She knows why the Emperor turns people to her, who refuses to be his favorite.

I know, but I don't want to stop it. It also didn't matter to her that video surveillance devices covering everything were placed all over this room, for example.

Tinasha, who continues to be watched and appreciated day and night, suitably weaves her black long coat when she takes the body's water.

She looked up and laughed at the statue on the wall that would be capturing herself from the front.

"There are only a few things in the eye."

- That's how her erosion begins today.

It was after the evening that a guest man visited the closed room.

The man dressed in military uniform steps into her room with a grumpy look on his face.

"Alphas"

Call the man's name. Tinasha runs out of the bedroom.

In this narrow world, his presence is the highest priority. The man annoyingly peeled her off as she jumped.

Blue eyes look down at the woman in the birdcage.

"Does it make any difference"

"Nothing."

He raised his jaw to wait for his mouth to be mouthed, and Tinasha smiled. A man's hand touches his cheek.

But he has nothing more to do. As she sighed, she left his hand and went back to the bedroom.

"Are you a little tired"

"That's not true"

"It's on my face. Whatever it is, just go to sleep."

The man shakes his neck beside her on her offer. Tinasha laughed bitterly because it was clear.

Every human being sent to this birdcage is just a man who makes a leap to get in her mood.

That would be natural if one understood the emperor's ill tasted intentions.

But he's the only one in that, not trying to get into her. Rather ignore the euphoria that is poured.

Just as he ignored the role expected of him, he was only constant in exchanging words with Tinasha for a few moments.

"Shall we talk about the old days?"

A whispering voice.

The man, who was sitting on his sleeping table and looking up at the ceiling, turned his face back to the voice. Peek into the eyes of the woman next door.

"What story?

"Give me the miga."

It's unusual for a woman who suddenly shows up in this country at one point to talk about her past. Curiosity jumped in both eyes of the man.

Tinasha grins and looks far away.

"Much, much longer ago than now, there was one witch on a continent far from here. She's been wandering lonely for hundreds of years searching."

"... so?

"She pulled to a tower that was one person tall because she liked humans, but was different from herself, and lived at a distance. One day, a man showed up before her. When the man survived her prepared trials, he asked for help instead. She began to live beside a man in response. - It didn't take that long for a witch to be attracted to him, who was strong, noble and gentle."

The woman cuts her breath and smiles.

The moonlight pouring from the ceiling struck dark eyes and scattered.

Tinasha puts her white five fingers up and stares beyond.

Alphas looked sideways at a beautiful look that seemed neither happy nor sad.

"But it was a limitless time to be happy, and eventually the witch mourned him and returned to being alone again. She lost one wing, and for the first time in her life, she realized the real pain of loneliness."

The noise broke off there. The woman's eyes turn toward him.

Alphas frowned at the unreadable story of one intent.

"So what?

"No. That's just the story. Even now, the witch remembers him, wandering in search of a wide world for hundreds and thousands of years. I get a little mad in a hurry with him. - That's all."

A thin finger stretches to his neck.

A white fingertip touched the key embedded in the man's neck.

Now it shows the normal value, and the woman scratches it with her fingertips.

She does not, however, wear a machine in which all human beings in this empire are embedded at birth.

That would not be just because she is purely a person from another country.

In this day and age, few countries do not control their citizens by means of identification codes.

Alphas manifested her disbelief, recalling her nothingness limb, which was shown over the monitor.

"You're not gonna tell me that's you."

"What do you think?"

A finger that was touching "Key" touches his lips.

The woman laughed as she moved her beautiful face closer. The pale moonlight transforms its appearance into something inhuman.

Of all the men who visit the birdcage, he is the only one cold to her.

Nonetheless, he keeps being sent to the birdcage simply because he is the only one she can show favor and touch.

Remembering our eyes watching ourselves at this moment as well, Alphas withdrew her hand.

Tinasha smiles and pulls her body. The moonshadow slipped down his long dark hair and scattered it over a white cloth.

If you stare too much, you'll be imprisoned. Out of sight, the man rises.

"Return"

"Yeah, sorry I took the time"

Her words seemed to point out that he was not here of his own free will.

Alphas leaves the birdcage behind remembering something slightly smoky. Only the bullshit Miga repeatedly echoed in my head.

I mean - - I love one man, I look for him, I wonder what the hell you're referring to a witch who's gone mad.

"Sooner or later, I'll break it all for you."

One witch laughed as she murmured in a voice that no one could hear.

Her erosion continues. And the moon disappears again into the shadows of the morning.