"Greetings"
I raised my head ..... it's the scent of the Faun.
"Gloomy Sunday, isn't it?" I murmured ....
"Not really .... A nostalgic scent .... here I helped you awaken" He said.
"It was a whim" Said I.
"You always love the whim ..... everyone is soothed being outwitted by someone else .... You can't find your way back."
"From abyss to abyss"
"You gazed deep into your abyss so long .... it gazed back at you ..... you gazed at the dead for long ...... you're too dead to die"
"I cannot take the same pain being inflicted on me millions of times .... apathy of the living ... was the real hell ..... how I wish amnesia was a premeditated action ....... the content of my heart has not been outpoured yet ..... but words are a cripple ..... my mind is paralyzed ..... Faun"
"My nameless friend .... the day you came seeking Faun's help and I leaned on you I didn't need your words ..... I assure you it was no whim ..... you did not belong to the living ...... you died before taking your own life ..... I have to praise your persistence as the end was the beginning and yet you preferred awakening .... futile ..... I know I gave you hell but were you not there anyway?"
"Nameless? ....... The name that was written on my stone was ... Grace ..... how presumptuous of whoever gave me the name."
"Making a Faun smile is a miracle ....... but getting a Faun to feel remorseful is beyond a miracle .... forgive me."
"I understand ..... it was beautiful when it was only about picturing things .... but we cannot live what we picture ..... we even think death is a friend ..... Death was a profound dream ..... and my reincarnation was a retribution"
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