Dream 04.

[00_agent]

The wind howled, whipping sand and grit across his body and face. Setsuna didn't know why he was out here in the desert, the sandstorm stretching around him in every direction, but something told him he needed to keep walking. He couldn't stop now. So he pulled the scarf tighter around his face, adjusted the goggles he wore to protect his eyes, and

Comments

[neraiutsuze]

Kinda looked like a painting.

[00_agent]

No, it was a sandstorm.

[neraiutsuze]

...Er, yeah. I'm only half-blind, you know. [laughs]

I meant... it was a pretty image. A place you remember...?

[00_agent]

...maybe. I'm not sure.

It tends to look the same when you're in the middle of a sandstorm.

I've never seen a flower like that, before.

[neraiutsuze]

It didn't really look like a desert flower, no. More like something that belongs in a meadow.

[00_agent]

Then I wonder why it was there.

...dreams are strange things.

[neraiutsuze]

...Oh, come on. You can't see it?

[00_agent]

No, I can't. What are you getting at?

[neraiutsuze]

It's a symbolic dream.

[00_agent]

... all right.

[neraiutsuze]

And guess who I'm thinking the flower represents?

[00_agent]

... I... don't know? How am I supposed to know what you're thinking?

[neraiutsuze]

... [have some QUALITY staring]

[00_agent]

...???

[neraiutsuze]

...Who else do you know associated with that shade of pink?

[00_agent]

... are you trying to tell me that the dream was about Euphemia li Britannia?