Love And Deepspace
Chapter 6:When I open my eyes, I find myself lying on the floor of my room. Moonlight cascades onto the empty bed.I only recall being overwhelmed by a strange feeling at dawn... Was I unconscious for the whole day?I look in the mirror. The marks have already reached my neck. My clothes won’t be able to hide them now.If i take the Creatio Protocore, will the Foreseer still be Zayne?And if he isn’t the Foreseer, he’s doomed to be trapped in the Tower forever. Doesn’t that make him a prisoner?I don’t want to hurt Zayne, but I can’t die like this...
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What if I told Zayne the true extent of my illness...?I enter the library. Ice appears in front of me, forming an arc.MC: “Jas, is the Foreseer here?”The phantasm sways from left to right.MC: “He isn’t...”MC: “You and the Foreseer dislike lies... Would he ever forgive someone who has lied to him?”Jas sways in an agitated manner.MC: “Of course. He won’t forgive me then...”Jas hears sorrow in my voice, and a platform of ice appears under my feet, lifting me up.More ice appears, shimmering and glittering. It’s trying to comfort me.MC: “Thank you, Jas.”I sit on the ice, traveling between the endless row of shelves. Has Zayne read all the books here?MC: “I wonder what the Foreseer does when he’s upset.”MC: “Then again, he might just scowl regardless of his mood.”As I mumbles to myself, it begins to snow.I am in awe, watching snow descend like flower petals dancing in the wind.A few snowflakes fall onto my hand. They sparkle like crystals an do not melt.MC: “What are they?”Zayne: “Were you not the one asking about what I do when I’m upset?”I hear a calm voice from below.I sit on the floating platform as Zayne stands at the door, looking up at me.MC: “So it is possible.”MC: “Was the prophecy not to your liking?”——————————
Zayne: “It matters not. Only a true envoy of the King can deliver it.”MC: “...”MC: “You are mocking me again. You aren’t upset then.”Zayne lifts a finger. The ice carries me down to him.He looks me in the eye.Zayne: “And you? What do you do?”MC: “I...”I think of the flowers I planted as they sway in the breeze.MC: “I dance.”Zayne: “I thought humans only dance when they are happy.”MC: “Not all of them. The more upset I am, the more I try to move around.”Zayne: “...”Zayne glances at me, then holds out his hand.Zayne: “May I?”MC: “...Are you requesting a dance? Here?”Zayne: “We will both feel better if we dance under the snow.”I hesitantly look at Zayne. His expression is reminiscent of a merciless blizzard as per usual.Zayne: “Would you prefer we do something else?”MC: “We can dance.”*Put my hand in his hand——————————
The warmth of Zayne’s hand spreads from my fingers to the rest of my body.In the Tower’s library, we waltz. Snowflakes gently flutter about, and wr step on the jasmine -shaped ice.Everything has led to this precious moment. We gaze into each other’s eyes, our hands touching, our steps synchronized.MC: “You’ve lived here by yourself since the beginning. Who taught you how to dance? This can’t be your first time.”Zayne: “Perhaps my body still remembers the motions from the past.”MC: “...Are you referring to your other lives?”Zayne: “The Foreseer cannot truly die, so your description isn’t right.”Zayne looks at me, but he’s gazing into a time long gone.MC: “What is it like to remember things from another era?”Zayne: “It is no different than being in a never-ending snowstorm.”I watch Zayne, the lonesome air surrounding him. Though we are in the same room, moving to the same rhythm, he is a dreamer whose dream may soon come to and end.I squeeze his hand.MC: “If the snowfall is eternal, find someone to dance with you.”MC: “At the very least the two of you will be happy.”Zayne’s gaze sweeps across me like a feather brushing across my cheek.Zayne: “You don’t seem to be upset anymore.”MC: “Our dance would be better with some music.”Following the rhythm of our steps, I start to hum. My voice echoes within the library.Zayne: “You always hum this melody when watering the jasmine.”MC: “So you’ve noticed...”Zayne: “Will you sing for me?”**********
To the afterglow cries cosmic demise
Our world in deceptive amber paradise
In these sands of time
My frozen bouquet awaits
With your gaze so full of wonder
I hold four jasmines asunder
His secrets revealed
Hark the bard, O legends unfold
This distant tale they sing for you
Unspoken desires, sincere and true
A jasmine in time’s embrace
A fragrant aria, a moment’s grace
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