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[28 Feb 2008|12:59pm] |
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It would make more sense to me if I remembered. I can't tell if this is a dream, or I'm merely trying to block out the memory of dying. But it didn't play out like I'd predicted. I never even made it to the stage. And I can't even see it now, when I look for it. What does that mean?
This can't be the afterlife. Otherwise... Kazuhiko...
Suu said I was here before. But I don't remember being here. I suppose I'll just have to see what happens for now.
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These journals are rather peculiar, aren't they? This entire world as well, for that matter.
The sky is a beautiful color, so clear and blue. And the birds... they're lovely.
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[24 Feb 2008|10:15am] |
My, it seems I’ve been spirited away? I hadn’t expected such a thing… especially not today. I’m supposed to be on stage in a few moments, and being here is rather inconvenient.
That is, of course, unless I am dreaming. Or perhaps… I have already left the stage.
And the cute little ladies gave me this journal and told me to find those who knew me? Pity I wasn’t greeted by someone of the tall, dark, and handsome variety. Perhaps someone who fits that description could kindly tell me where this place is?
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