2.003'rd FRAGMENT [voice+action]
[ It has been over a week since Aether was last seen outside... whatever happened to him during the last experiment, left ruined his interest in going outside for a while. Today, however, he can be found in the town square. Seated on a barrel and with his back pressed against the wall, he's mostly noticeable because of a pile of books in his lap. There are about six of them - most of them are old tales and legends, with the two open ones being recognizable as a collection of fairy tales and his own journal.
When he begins to speak into the journal, his words begin with a soft sigh. ]
I don't remember much of the time before I arrived here. Although I'm somehow aware of looking as what one would consider an adult, I'm still not sure if I can count myself as one. I woke up like looking like this, ventured into the world and tried to figure out some answers like this. Twenty seven days. That was all I had before I ended up here, in this place everyone calls Luceti. After I disappeared from here and returned once, that time turned into fifty six.
I wonder...
How do you relate to your memories? How would you relate to them if all you had is a couple shreds? How would you feel if you sometimes felt that your body and the world around you remember so much more about you than your mind does?
The longer I spend here, the more it feels like the pieces of who I am and who I'm supposed to be are drifting further apart. There should be an easier way to connect them all.
[ With his message sent and the majority of his word supply for the week exhausted, Aether places the journal onto the barrel next to him and wait for response. He'll be there for a while. In the meantime, people nearby can still run into him and marvel at his pile of books. ]
When he begins to speak into the journal, his words begin with a soft sigh. ]
I don't remember much of the time before I arrived here. Although I'm somehow aware of looking as what one would consider an adult, I'm still not sure if I can count myself as one. I woke up like looking like this, ventured into the world and tried to figure out some answers like this. Twenty seven days. That was all I had before I ended up here, in this place everyone calls Luceti. After I disappeared from here and returned once, that time turned into fifty six.
I wonder...
How do you relate to your memories? How would you relate to them if all you had is a couple shreds? How would you feel if you sometimes felt that your body and the world around you remember so much more about you than your mind does?
The longer I spend here, the more it feels like the pieces of who I am and who I'm supposed to be are drifting further apart. There should be an easier way to connect them all.
[ With his message sent and the majority of his word supply for the week exhausted, Aether places the journal onto the barrel next to him and wait for response. He'll be there for a while. In the meantime, people nearby can still run into him and marvel at his pile of books. ]