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This was a distant dream, one that could no longer be touched by these hands. It felt futile to do so, the same as trying to reach out to the reflection in a mirror.
This... This must be me. There's nothing that says it so, a mere gut feeling was all it took. The past flashes across my vision, countless colours blend into an indescribable hue. Always shifting from scene to scene, yet what stood out most...
An endless sea of flames, a cruel and coldly calculated shower of brilliance. The end of civilisation. What happened after... Was an unreadable scene. Even in something as vague as a dream, a clearly alien sensation took hold. What was supposed to be the past was interfered with and couldn't be observed.
A familiar castle, the colour of the bricks bring a sense of comfort to my heart. Reddish dark purple, like a dark and deep violet. It's easy on the eyes, and it remind me of her presence. The one and only monarch, she worked tirelessly in her office, to the point that the throne was almost redundant. She did her best for the people, a never ending stream of attenuation for her work, and for the people's problems...
A dark underbelly grew into uncontrollable proportions and collapsed under its own weight, birthing new evil. At the same time, no one was born evil. Even so, war was inevitable. She really did her best, that's why I admired her. I had nothing but respect for her grit. Not once did she complain in front of others. She brooded a lot, but always upheld her duties.
Why did it have had to happen?
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Distant chirping, almost as if it had nothing to do with the world of humans. They peacefully let out their voice. S
The swaying grass danced in their own dew, relishing in the overbearing sun. The sting of UV hit her skin as she walked amongst the greenery, the soft crunching of grass under her slippers was in rhythm with every footsteps. Her sun hat didn't manage to quite shelter her pristine exposed shoulders, two thin straps hold a white dress closely to her torso.
Weaved with a thin material, it folded into a fluffy cloud above her waist and a smooth strip of cloth. Below that smooth strip is where the rest of her dress flows down like an umbrella, covering her flawless legs under its thin but bountiful stature. It reached just above her ankles, at where a pair of shoes would begin. Her steps were dainty, as if her slim built could be lifted into the wind or twirl at any moment. Angular grey accents decorate the cloth above her waist, with patterns of flowers and sun rays.
Swiftly, she reached a mounted parasol above a tea table. In the opposing side was a younger girl, of perhaps a couple of years. The sky lacked clouds and the garden was brightly lit. A tinge of yellow was reflected in the leaves of the surrounding bushes. Contrasting with such a background was the younger girl's pleasant beauty. Big sharp eyes, an unblemished face that seemed loved. Straight black hair that reached her back without any complications.
She was dressed in a beige cardigan and sky blue one piece dress, similarly lightly to the girl who had just arrived. The girl who had just arrived was styled in braids that began from the sides and merged into one on the back of her head. Her hair was glossy and it shone reflectively under the parasol's dim ceiling. Her hair reached shoulder length and they curled outwards like tentacles, flowing freely in the arid breeze.
"... Your Majesty, it's a good day to be outside." (?B)
" You're half right. It's only this nice because you're her to enjoy it with me." (?A)
The girl that arrived first greets her. A faint smile adorn on her face as she turned to gaze at royalty.
" Hmhmm~! "(?B)
She chuckled in response, treating her majesty's words as jest. Only her majesty would know if she really meant it. Her small actions undoubtedly exuded elegance, the other party was also of nobility, albeit nothing as grandiose as royalty. She was a low ranking noble, one that only arrived this far by her own efforts. One that her majesty could count on as a true friend and loyal retainer.
The retainer returns her gaze to the plants, for all the talent that the queen groomed herself with, she couldn't ascertain the thoughts of her trusted friend. She turned to look in the same direction. Truly, she wondered what was so good about all that greenery. She preferred to occupy herself with a good book, or the ambition of architecturers. With practiced movements, she reached into her silky smooth pockets and fished out her phone.
Scrolling through a few titles, she picked one that she liked and began reading promptly. Her urge to read was akin to hunger, ravishing the first few chapters as if she needed to read that fast just to survive.
"Jeez... You're reading again. Do you love it that much? Even though I've invited you out..." (Retainer)
"Into my own garden? Come on, I see it more than once a day..." (Queen)
"Seeing and enjoying is quite different. Please give it a try." (Retainer)
Evidently, the retainer believed that the queen would be able to experience something new by following her instructions. She voiced her thoughts enthusiastically, hoping to convey her fulfillment.
" Ugh... Fine. I'll give it a go." (Queen)
At a snail's pace, she lowered her phone into her pocket. Her eyes were glued, as if she had to pry herself off as she kept it. A familiar scenery enters her view, the sun's warmth reaches her breath even under the parasol's sheltering, causing her mouth to feel dry. The tea pot on the table catches her eye, she poured herself a cup and draws it close to her lips.
***
Which one am I?
A unnatural sense of deja vu... No it goes even beyond that, as if an entire lifetime's worth of experience has collapsed onto her at once.
I am Lastia. If I take this feeling to be literal, someone else's lifetime... All their memories, their sentiments, the mementos that they cherish, their sensations and habits...
I don't have their memories. But I have their feelings, sensations, and their emotions. Their id.