☀ 03-013 ☀
[Ammy's taken a break from the search for others in the housing levels, and instead has gone to the Envirodome. The way she walks seems sluggish, as if she were half asleep, and she pauses often to look around. Whether she's lost or not seems hard to tell.
The truth is, Ammy is saying her own kind of farewells. She doubts the Envirodome will be spared the rot, so she walks through the forest in a daze until she comes across her cherry tree near the river. Looking up at its branches still heavily laden with pink blossoms, she watches it in silence for a long time, then steps forward and presses her forehead against its trunk. She leans against it, listening quietly.]
Ushiwaka, you promised me you'd play your flute again...I'm sorry, I'll come back to see you soon. I worked so hard, and it will be gone soon. Ahh, what a waste. I wanted to sleep here more often, and now I can't.
These curses are stupid, I think. Can't even fix them myself.
The truth is, Ammy is saying her own kind of farewells. She doubts the Envirodome will be spared the rot, so she walks through the forest in a daze until she comes across her cherry tree near the river. Looking up at its branches still heavily laden with pink blossoms, she watches it in silence for a long time, then steps forward and presses her forehead against its trunk. She leans against it, listening quietly.]
Ushiwaka, you promised me you'd play your flute again...I'm sorry, I'll come back to see you soon. I worked so hard, and it will be gone soon. Ahh, what a waste. I wanted to sleep here more often, and now I can't.
These curses are stupid, I think. Can't even fix them myself.