Unnamed Memory

That's when he had a strange dream.

On a wide sleeping table, even in his dreams, he lies down and sleeps.

The only difference is that he recognizes himself asleep and also knows what's around him.

At the end of the sleeping table where he is turning his back, one woman is sitting down.

The woman seemed to be doing something sobbing.

He wanted to know why she was crying and what she was doing again, but he could never wake himself in his dreams. She seemed to fall asleep so deeply that she didn't even notice the woman's crying.

Long dark hair dripping over the cloth.

I can't see her face. Maybe what the tip of that hand is doing.

He just didn't know anything, but he did understand that he would never wake up again.

When he awoke from the sleep between the bundles, the girl, the lord of the room, did not sit on the sleeping table.

You were brewing tea. I'm headed to the table by the bedside, and I'm taking a vitreous tea bowl.

Alphas jumped his body, reaching out and grabbing the girl's arm. I stare at her rounding my eyes.

"What did you do"

"Nothing."

I can't read her emotions returning them with instant answers.

I couldn't believe the word "I didn't do anything," etc., but I still didn't see any rush or confusion there so much that I really nearly believed it for a moment. When Alphas releases his hand, he hits his tongue and sits down on the sleeping table.

"How long have I been asleep?

It's only about half an hour.

The clock numbers Tinasha showed did indicate the time it was right.

But Alphas cannot wipe away his vigilance. I couldn't believe I fell asleep in a place like this in the first place.

A man who can't even remember when or how he fell into his dreams is driven by distrust as if there were a hole in the ground and looks around. A cup of tea with hot air was offered there.

"I didn't do anything. If you're curious, you can check out the footage later."

"I know."

When he refused tea, she put it back on the table. Instead, the red lips come to my ears.

"Or is something better for you?

The words whispered close to his face so that he could not pick up the audio felt a little poisonous.

He swallows discomfort and looks back into the dark eyes.

"I'm not happy that military men are appreciated for such things"

"Really?"

Tinasha's eyes, smiling, looked like an innocent girl with no flaws then.

To a perfectly unimpressive opponent, Alphas learns an unspeakable ill mood.

It just seems more like a darkness that encloses and covers everything than a glowing jewel in any color.

When she untied her hair, which was tied to one, she sat next to him. Raise the white plume and look up at the vitreous ceiling.

The throat lit by moonlight is like a raging, unseemly plaster.

She shuddered her thin throat slightly.

"If you don't like this room so much, you'll be free for the time being soon."

"Another bullshit you're good at?

"No. It's true. Soon you will be called back to the east.

I can't let you play around here because the war is going to be painful. "

Surprised by the remarks made, Alphas recalls a rumor in the first place about her.

The girl, who possessed incredible power, spoke of the events of a land far away while in court, and showed the alien to the emperor.

Then maybe this is also within her abilities.

Tinasha smiled slightly at Alphas' exploring gaze.

"I really wanted to use this power as a trading material."

- - What the emperor greeted was herself.

The side of the girl, an admirer of the powerful, also seemed to show only a little remorse then.

Alphas has some curiosity, following what is not spoken of in the rumors.

"What did you want?

She said she greeted the emperor for something in exchange for her powers.

I wasn't given it in the end. What is that? He feels unspeakable anxiety as he asks.

It's a blank that always annoys a corner of your spirit when you're with this girl in a birdcage.

I think there was something about that "blank", but not now. I can only tell that it's gone.

Alphas had restless thoughts at any time because he felt uncomfortable explaining it. Tinasha smiles at her mouth alone.

"What I wanted was just information."

"Information? You're the one wielding the anomaly?

"There's something I can't even tell you. For example, you..."

I can come over.

The girl's fingers stretched to his neck muscle. The scent of pale flowers reaches the nostrils.

Alphas put up with the white finger touching his "key" by pushing and killing a bouncing urge that occurs half-reflexively.

Beautiful voices shake his ears in vain rather than cry.

"- Don't you find it strange that we are managed in this way?

Dark eyes.

Its brilliance and her inquiries are all present in the "blank".

He can't get it back. I will never wake up again.

The downpouring blue light.

The light that arrived from outside the birdcage made the woman's appearance appear as if she were in the water.

Alphas notices the leaning paranoia in the girl's eyes. The blank hurt as if it were a loss.

"Stupid. I have nothing to doubt. People can't live without keys."

I wonder why the words you uttered contained so much tension that you could tell someone.

But Alphas' concerns came off, and she didn't do anything to poke me there.

The girl laughs at herself and returns it.

"Right. So far."

"Why are you asking me that?

"There's no particular reason."

The light that descends on the sleeping table looks like a grain of sand that didn't come true trying to make something.

Shapeless and collapsing, they spread over a white cloth and fall one after the other.

Tinasha stood by the door, the only entrance to and exit from this room, as she left the sleeping area that reminded her more of solitude than isolation. I look back at him and smile softly.

A bare gesture as if you're urging me to go home.

It was the first time she had come through several times to show up like that.

Unexpectedly, when Alphas heads to the door, she drops him off with a beautifully crafted smile.

Good luck.

The woman who sees everything through didn't try to move off the spot until he disappeared across the door.

And when the door that separated the outside world from the birdcage closed behind him, Alphas finally felt free from something and inhaled his breath deeply.

"Watch the surveillance footage if you care," she said, but Alphas didn't end up making sure of it with his own eyes.

I just checked to see if I'd ever turned into a familiar captain, and the answer was "nothing".

Alphas, who was not even willing to check any more footage, asks the man tasked with surveillance of the bird cage with a bitter face.

"How much footage is stored over there?

"All the time. A year after she was put in, we have all the records."

Half-anticipated answers, however, caused discomfort not only to keep my footage in Alphas.

But the captain adds, "It's just" to him, who can't say it publicly because of his position.

"When His Majesty is in need, all footage is cut."

"Your Majesty? Are you in that birdcage?

"Yeah. Once a month, you're always on your own."

- What does an old emperor regularly talk about with a girl in a birdcage visited without a offering?

No one knows it but the two of us.

Alphas only turned the silence that killed his emotions to a scene that could only be imagined as gloomy, leaving the court without asking anything more.

"You liked that guy"

To his squeamish voice, Tinasha, who was looking up at the painting on the wall, returned a grin.

I'm not looking back. It's worthless and meaningless. Just throw away the words.

"Don't talk crap. Shall I rip your old body apart?"

"That's troublesome"

The old man sitting in a chair with only one seemed to even enjoy her attitude like a blade.

That attitude, which is closer to prank than malice, seems to me to be conceiving a mental malformation.

Tinasha finally looked back, remembering the misgivings that could not be overlooked about it. Look at the emperor from the front.

"If you're not willing to live up to my deal, don't do anything. Try to imitate a little extra, I'll feed you your own liver while you live."

"She's a frightened woman."

She returned the glance of the ice to a smile with a smile in it.

But the opponent doesn't show frightening gestures at all.

When the old man laughed, he tasted Tinasha in the eyes of the abuser.

"My chest really jumps like that man scorches me and hates me. If you don't stay, it means you're not a touchy wine."

"What's that?"

Words thrown away were rare and emotionally visible to her.

- From the beginning, I thought the existence of "he" would be seen as special.

I didn't mean to hide it from the beginning.

There's only one person she's obsessed with.

If anyone threatened to harm him, she would not wait for the rush to mow his opponent's life.

In "Now," Tinasha looks at the emperor who exists as his master as filth.

The old man with the wrinkles just floated with joy in his eyes that neglected the result of the twist.

"Just as the tamarind does not belong to the tamarind, you will not get the tamarind. Even if you kill Noon and destroy this country... you can only have what you want."

A cursely proclamation.

The laughter of joy spread like ripples in a closed cage.

Tinasha takes the emperor's word for not changing one complexion.

A birdcage closed from the inside out, from the outside inside out.

The black lattice is there, only a mere boundary separating the two worlds. In it all common sense is overshadowed.

But that's how she shrugged without showing any fine dust sorrow or despair, just arrogantly nestled like a queen... "I know".