002.nd Fragment: The Missing Time [audio]

[shred_the_sky]

This place really is like a fairy tale, isn't it..?

[ Aether's voice is thoughtful, even a little distant. His fingers drum on the window of the library in a soft and steady rhythm, creating a sound that conceals the sound of the wind outside. This might not be the safest or the warmest place, but he's fine with that. Seeking a more permanent hoe

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[neverplaysfair]

I don't think this place is meant to be a home. So why bother to remember it if you're not here?

[shred_the_sky]

Because home is where the heart is. And for some of us, heart is wherever we go.

[neverplaysfair]

That's a saying, yes. But despite what people like to say with witty little phrases, not everywhere is suited to being a home.

[shred_the_sky]

. . .

Are you that attached to where you come from?

[neverplaysfair]

Are you not?

[shred_the_sky]

I've already answered that. For some of us, heart is wherever we go.

[neverplaysfair]

There are no places that you've left behind that you feel ties to whatsoever?

[shred_the_sky]

Hmmm...

[ The sound becomes faint and is finally reduced to silence for some time. His memory may not reach that far, but his heart remembers. There was no place, but there was a certain person whose side he swore to always return to. Except he...

No. It's best to not think that far. Aether finally speaks up, his voice nostalgic. ]

Once upon a time, perhaps. But that place is now nothing more than a distant memory, retold so many times that it might as well be forgotten.

[neverplaysfair]

Even if you've lost it since, that that place was once connected to you means that it is a place meant to be a home.

[shred_the_sky]

I like to think of it as my starting point. The first step that defined a journey.

A home... is something I can go without having for now.

[neverplaysfair]

Regardless of what you feel, this is a phenomenon which affects everyone.

This place is not a home for any of us. It doesn't wait for us and continues on without regards to our own time.

[shred_the_sky]

What about people here? Are they also passing glimpses to be discarded at the exit to you?

[neverplaysfair]

Maybe. Maybe not. [ He giggles. ] But if I had to guess, I'd say they are.

[shred_the_sky]

...

How lonely.

[neverplaysfair]

I don't really do loneliness.