005: Fractured daylight, parallel step festival
The room was that of a king. The expanse--the ceiling would never be reached without a mechanical assistant. A large and ornate wardrobe fitted a side wall, along with a desk and vanity. The window was huge, on the opposite side--a breathtaking view of the coastline in the fading red colors of dusk. And the bed--five people easily would lay comfortably in the sea of cushions and silk.
But there was no king. In fact, there were no servants, so this room shouldn't exist. The child--that small, frail child should know nothing of this view. And that is the fact that leads me to reconfirm a fact.
That these dreams are something out of her influence. That child, no longer on the edge of her power, is unable even to fully control the one place of peace and tranquility. It is much like a fish no longer being able to swim upstream when it pleases. Something--or someone--was bent on toying with the souls of Tohno Shiki and Ren.
And perhaps, even others.
But there was no king. In fact, there were no servants, so this room shouldn't exist. The child--that small, frail child should know nothing of this view. And that is the fact that leads me to reconfirm a fact.
That these dreams are something out of her influence. That child, no longer on the edge of her power, is unable even to fully control the one place of peace and tranquility. It is much like a fish no longer being able to swim upstream when it pleases. Something--or someone--was bent on toying with the souls of Tohno Shiki and Ren.
And perhaps, even others.