[.oo1] A Brand New Feather

[chainthestars]

[The handwriting scribbled in the journal is very careful, the letters formed a little more perfectly than most people bother to make theirs.  It's rounded and feminine, each word small and regular.]

Dear Journal,

You’re supposed to put that at the beginning, right? I’m not sure where I am. Wherever it is, it’s beautiful, but I don’t think this is

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[honeymilkandtea]

Oh, even if it's not quite right, it's somewhere which is better than nowhere. Maybe you'll go on to your other somewhere after being here~ But who knows for sure.

[chainthestars]

Maybe so. Does anyone ever leave?

[honeymilkandtea]

Oh, I wouldn't know. I've only been here for a short while, you see. But everywhere that one can enter, one can leave, even if it's hard to find~

[chainthestars]

Oh, I see. Sorry for asking. I guess that's true.

...Unless someone locks the door, so to speak. But then you could get it unlocked, so...

[honeymilkandtea]

No need to apologise!

Exactly.

[chainthestars]

Oh, sor.

But first you'd have to find the door. And the key. And there might not even be a key, but...

[...Why is she thinking about this again?]

...Um. Have you heard anything about a door? Or just a way out?

[honeymilkandtea]

I'm quite certain there's something. Not every door and key is literal, after all~

Nothing about anything like that, except that it's perhaps rather difficult to leave.

[chainthestars]

No, of course not.

Hm. Difficult? But not impossible, right? Have you heard of anyone ever managing?

[honeymilkandtea]

Not that anyone's mentioned to me~ But hearsay is a curious little thing and I prefer to have proof.

[chainthestars]

Proof would be nice. If anyone would ever actually want to come back to tell, that is.