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dreamcrystals2021-12-26 01:00 am
bulletic) wrote in dreamcrystals2021-12-26 01:00 am
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dream 01 = happy birthday to me
Sender: Noel Vermillion
To: Everyone
Subject: Passive dream recording
[ The first thing one can notice when viewing this dream is... nothing. An empty, white void devoid of life, save for Noel herself. She stands in front of a tall mirror, one big enough that it reflects her entire figure ─ or rather, it should, but instead, it shows a girl smaller than her, though she bears similar features, almost as though she's a younger version of her. The silence between them is almost deafening, and neither of them seems willing to break it or even acknowledge the other in any way. This goes on for a while, but finally, the girl ─ the reflection ─ speaks up. ]
Who are you?
[ Noel hesitates for a brief second, biting her lip. It's not that she doesn't know the answer, but─ it's complicated. Too complicated. She's still working on coming to terms with it, so saying it out loud is a bit of a challenge. But she manages to give the little girl a smile, reaching out with her hand and touching the surface of the mirror lightly. ]
... I'm you.
[ The girl doesn't lift her hand to meet Noel's. In fact, she's not even looking at her, gaze fixed on the ground and brow furrowed. ]
Liar. [ A small creak appears on the surface of the mirror as she says that, and quickly grows bigger, but Noel fails to notice that, taken aback by the unexpected response. ] Someone like you... you're not me!
[ The mirror shatters with a loud crash, pieces of glass hitting the ground and breaking into thousands of small shards. Noel stands there without moving a muscle, and before she has a chance to process what happened and retreat her hand, an arm reaches out from the dark depth behind the destroyed mirror and snatches her wrist. A figure emerges from the frame: another girl, this one close in age and bearing a striking resemblance to Noel in her features, although her cold, uncaring eyes are colored red, and her long, purple hair is held up in a high ponytail. Her lips curl up in a cruel, condescending sneer as she pulls Noel closer despite the other's desperate attempt to escape her grip. ]
Don't fool yourself. You can run, but you can never hide from who you truly are... Noel Vermillion!
[ The dream ends abruptly, no doubt as the result of Noel fumbling to the floor and waking up. ]
To: Everyone
Subject: Passive dream recording
[ The first thing one can notice when viewing this dream is... nothing. An empty, white void devoid of life, save for Noel herself. She stands in front of a tall mirror, one big enough that it reflects her entire figure ─ or rather, it should, but instead, it shows a girl smaller than her, though she bears similar features, almost as though she's a younger version of her. The silence between them is almost deafening, and neither of them seems willing to break it or even acknowledge the other in any way. This goes on for a while, but finally, the girl ─ the reflection ─ speaks up. ]
Who are you?
[ Noel hesitates for a brief second, biting her lip. It's not that she doesn't know the answer, but─ it's complicated. Too complicated. She's still working on coming to terms with it, so saying it out loud is a bit of a challenge. But she manages to give the little girl a smile, reaching out with her hand and touching the surface of the mirror lightly. ]
... I'm you.
[ The girl doesn't lift her hand to meet Noel's. In fact, she's not even looking at her, gaze fixed on the ground and brow furrowed. ]
Liar. [ A small creak appears on the surface of the mirror as she says that, and quickly grows bigger, but Noel fails to notice that, taken aback by the unexpected response. ] Someone like you... you're not me!
[ The mirror shatters with a loud crash, pieces of glass hitting the ground and breaking into thousands of small shards. Noel stands there without moving a muscle, and before she has a chance to process what happened and retreat her hand, an arm reaches out from the dark depth behind the destroyed mirror and snatches her wrist. A figure emerges from the frame: another girl, this one close in age and bearing a striking resemblance to Noel in her features, although her cold, uncaring eyes are colored red, and her long, purple hair is held up in a high ponytail. Her lips curl up in a cruel, condescending sneer as she pulls Noel closer despite the other's desperate attempt to escape her grip. ]
Don't fool yourself. You can run, but you can never hide from who you truly are... Noel Vermillion!
[ The dream ends abruptly, no doubt as the result of Noel fumbling to the floor and waking up. ]
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Yes, that's right. It might sound obvious, but... it's good to be reminded that sometimes. Thank you.
Oh, and Merry Christmas! Do you celebrate Christmas in your world, Mr. Rokurou?
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And Merry Christmas! This is the first time I've heard about the holiday since it doesn't exist in my world. Places have their own winter festivals and traditions, but nothing like this. Pretty fun, though.