Unnamed Memory

The view from the window of the office is unchanged.

During the break, Oscar, who was reading an old history book, groans at the sprawling cloudy weather.

"I want to get out of here..."

"Did you just say something?

It's the witch sleeping on the ceiling who gave it back instantly. So to her as she was polishing the little crystal sphere, Oscar returned without even showing any fine dust upset.

"Am I wrong to hear that? I just said I wanted to go outside for a second."

"For once, if you have hope where you're going, I'll ask. I've been having a rough time lately."

His guardian, Tinasha, is also one of his watchdogs. And it's probably as loud as arguing over one or two. Oscar gave it back a little thought.

"Abroad"

"I can't. It's evening."

As I said, Tinasha came down as she flipped in the universe like she was swimming. Lean your thin body against the edge of your desk.

"I mean, why are you outside the country? That's a rare way to put it. They always designate mountains, seas, ruins."

"It just made me want to read this book and touch different cultures. A lot of fun."

The history book that Oscar showed up lightly is about the southeastern part of the continent in the late Dark Ages.

Tinasha looked at the cover and rang her fingers.

"You can't go out, but if you want to see different cultures, I'll show you."

"Are there other good books?

"It's spiritual magic. I used to live in one of those countries. You can project my memory. With proper composition, you can walk around like a dream."

Witches stand white fingers. Some stranger's view floated over it. Oscar turns a blind eye to the unexpected suggestion.

"That's funny. Do it."

"Yes, I did. I need a little chant. And then you'll be in a state of falling asleep, but don't drop me. If anything happens, I'll come in with you."

"Drop it?"

Before asking about anything, the witch comes on his lap as she goes around the desk. Understood, Oscar smiled and turned his hand around her luxurious body to support her. Like singing, I hear a comforting chant.

While he was listening to the sound - the world had changed at some point.

Unpopular white stone hallway. Its left and right, which continue everywhere, are lined with stone columns of the same colour.

A view that doesn't make you feel the temperature. Oscar looked around and noticed the carved text on the floor at his feet. He stares at the overlap of complex circles reminiscent of the magical composition. There was a clear woman's voice coming from behind.

"That's the crest of this country. Bailante had a lot of magicians in the heart of his country."

One of the nations born and doomed in the Dark Ages. Oscar looked back when he heard the name.

And swallow your breath gently.

The witch standing in the white hallway also wore a time-honoured white dress. High collar and long dragging hem similar to petals. The brunette is tied up and wears a white veil over it. As if of unrealistic beauty, she felt a shade that was about to melt into the scenery, but still "rare".

She stared at Oscar with dark eyes of will.

He breathes admiration at a beautiful woman as if she were this castle itself.

"You look amazing."

"Uh... because I was dressed like this at the time. Looks like it's affected the projection a bit. It's hard to walk, so I'll put you back in magic."

"No, you can keep it that way"

"Huh."

"Keep it up."

Tinasha nods with a bewildered face, pushed twice without setting between them. As she pulled her hem and lined up next to her, Oscar very naturally reached out to her guardian. The two walk down the deserted hallway.

Oscar followed with his eyes the magical tattoos carved all over the walls and columns.

"You're like a magical country. Little on the record, though."

"To be precise, there were people who tried to be a magical nation."

In the middle of the hallway, which seemed to last forever, you can see both open doors.

When Oscar opened it, it was in a rink-bowl-shaped circular hall inside.

He peeks in as the gentle slopes descend towards the center of the room.

"Interesting"

"This is one of those rooms that was used for magic experiments, isn't it? This castle was full of interesting rooms."

"Why did you live in this country?

Suddenly Tinasha turns her eyes round to the question by changing her spear tip. But soon she smiled.

"The contractor asked me to live in this castle."

"Did they apply for a marriage?"

"It's about you doing that. The only thing I've ever been asked to do is stay here. The contractor was one of the magicians involved in the founding of the country, and she wanted to throw out a 'magical ploy' in this castle. So I put 'Witches' in this castle... and while I was here, the magicians could only do what they deserved, for fear of being nursed by me."

Tinasha pulls the hem of the white dress back on her heels.

Cloudless and graceful, its appearance is, however, certainly vague as it symbolizes a dream.

Beautiful, lonely, and distant.

Oscar chased the witch out into the hallway. Despite just a few seconds of difference, Tinasha had already walked quite a bit further down the hall.

Blue moonlight plugging in through the window. Only her singing voice echoes.

"I guess I was fully functioning as a deterrent. Bailante went through small difficulties while I was there but never contested in the country. Instead, many magicians began to abandon their thoughts... but the contractor's girlfriend wove it in and called me."

Her fingers lift the hair on her ears. The hem of the dress stretching out into the hallway looks like a perpetual year itself.

"The duration of the contract I had with her was until the death of her Lord, the King. In the meantime, there were sometimes people who tried to flatter me, and others who tried to kill me, but nothing in particular bore fruit. Everyone stopped getting involved with me when they knew it didn't make sense."

Voices without emotions. It's a voice that steps back from people and looks over them. There is no shadow for her to pull down the hallway.

Oscar follows the witch. The distance from her narrows down slightly.

"In the end if you look back, you just had time like a lake without wind. Eventually, through the fall of the king, I left this country... and then she, the covenant girlfriend, disappeared as well. Bailante died shortly afterwards."

I can see the end of the hallway. It's a small terrace set against the outer walls of the castle.

The witch puts her hand on the railing and looks back at Oscar.

"That happened, that's all I'm talking about. I'm here, you can look around as you like."

That's what Tinasha said, looking down at the view in her memory. A city at night without a single light.

Her gaze at it is clear. Eyes that are just swallowing their own heterogeneity before the lost scenery.

Oscar holds his breath for a moment in his eyes.

When I realized, he was standing next to a witch.

"I'm not gonna let you do that."

"Huh?"

The witch who tilted her neck, but soon apparently realized his intentions. I laughed bitterly like I was in trouble.

Distributing Tinasha as a pawn to seal people off.

It's a good way to treat a witch as a witch... but it only makes her rise from people as heterogeneous.

So I'm the only one who doesn't treat her that way. Next door, keep walking together.

She closed her eyes to the man who promised to do that.

"You can do whatever you want. I'm your protector."

The witch, who bears the name of the moon, says so and laughs. Oscar sees on the side of the ceramic doll.

For example, if you were born in a country that perished long ago.

What emotions would the child's self have had in a lonely witch living in a castle? What would you think of a moonlighting witch, nestled in no one, without stopping by anything?

- I'm sure that still, the answer remains the same.

Just take her hand and tell her "sweetie".

Oscar reaches out and takes away her white vale, which is not the child's.

"The outfit looks similar, but I still like the usual. Can you change that?

"Already...... Fine, but don't let people change and play until you're in a dream."

When she gently rings her fingers, the pure white dress turns into her usual black magic outfit.

At the same time, the pounding and lights began to light the city in the distance and at night. The two take a look at the distant past that leads to the terrace.

When I woke up from a magical dream, on Oscar's lap, a witch slept with a small sleep.

When he laughs bitterly, he hugs his body that looks ridiculous. I opened the book of readings as I held her in one hand.

And out the window, even today, the blue night sky expands and the moon rises.