Ah... Welcome. It really is a lot of people.

It's not real. It's just an illusion, isn't it? [Ruka sounds a bit distracted, distant.]

I thought it was just my imagination, when I looked in the mirror. My face... it's not like that anymore, is it? Crushed, split. Broken. Blooming? But I'm still myself. It wasn't real.

I still remember myself, and yet...

[...I know I shouldn't follow, but ( Read more... )

Is everyone remembering?

I don't know. Someone was screaming... It felt like it shook my entire being. Like my mind was being torn apart by just the sound, peeled away.

But it sounds like people are remembering something.

Something painful. Something sad?

[...]

I thought I saw something, too...

[Once again, Ruka is playing this song on the piano. Somehow, it's more somber, heavier than the first time she played it over the network. Full of silent pain, of longing, maybe even realization. When she stops playing...]

These are... tears?

[...]

Even though I managed to remember, I...

( Private but easily, easily hackable )

The people who died came back, right? People who died... Are they really alive? Am I alive ( Read more... )

Ah. [A pause while she gets used to this communicator.] Hihara-san, thank you for helping me. And the other people who explained to me where I am, though it's still a little hard to believe. And that television... It looked broken, but it was working for a moment.But even so, none of this is a dream, is it ( Read more... )

[It's still some time between late night and dawn when this clicked on. This device is clearly on the ground from it's dramatic perspective and bits of snow bordering the video, facing the dark sky. A girl in a yellow dress can be seen standing a bit away, flashlight clutched tightly in her hand. She doesn't seem to have noticed the device yet. The ( Read more... )