002 [dream]
You are now stuck in a large western styled mansion. Everything is clean, kept in it's place, organized. Though there is not a hint of anyone being alive, you have this strange nostalgic feeling that people once lived there. Little flickers of warmth flash and vanish as soon as they appeared.
In the sitting room, you can hear the slight clattering of teacups and a bit of laughter. But, upon investigation, the tea has grown cold in the cups. Like it was poured and then never drank. The smell of a freshly cooked meal comes from the kitchen but when you enter it appears to have never been used. Outside on the back porch, you can see small children laughing and carving their names into the walls, but this is a ghostly illusion as well. Only the names are left.
SHIKI, Shiki, Akiha, SHIKI, Shiki, Akiha...
They repeat on and on, knowing no end.
The house feels warm, but empty, like love once flourished here but has now been snuffed out by time.
And in the corner by the main hall, you can see one person, living, breathing, red hair and blue eyes, and she has a broom in hand. She appears to be sweeping up dust, however, there is no dust to be swept up. It's almost like she's sweeping out of routine instead of need.
In this house, she is all alone.
In the sitting room, you can hear the slight clattering of teacups and a bit of laughter. But, upon investigation, the tea has grown cold in the cups. Like it was poured and then never drank. The smell of a freshly cooked meal comes from the kitchen but when you enter it appears to have never been used. Outside on the back porch, you can see small children laughing and carving their names into the walls, but this is a ghostly illusion as well. Only the names are left.
SHIKI, Shiki, Akiha, SHIKI, Shiki, Akiha...
They repeat on and on, knowing no end.
The house feels warm, but empty, like love once flourished here but has now been snuffed out by time.
And in the corner by the main hall, you can see one person, living, breathing, red hair and blue eyes, and she has a broom in hand. She appears to be sweeping up dust, however, there is no dust to be swept up. It's almost like she's sweeping out of routine instead of need.
In this house, she is all alone.