ENCOUNTERS IN REVERIE.
Good morning, Radiant Sun. You are shining very bright today, It is 7:18 on October 30th as I start this entry.
I spoke with you today, in my Dream. We were walking through a field of white flowers, you holding my hand while I walked behind you. We talked about nothingness, I passed out last night and found myself waking up to the black night sky, a shooting star tore the skies apart — then I saw you, looking down at me, a few seconds later.
[How have your days been counting?] You ask, I look at you oddly, my legs felt numb. I don't know how long I have in my body, these pains are killing me, but could I afford leaving the world? Maybe I can, Maybe not. I told you they were doing okay, and that I've found comfort in putting My thoughts into this nowhere corner of the internet.
[I am glad, but, You need a repair.] You reply, my body was torn apart, really. I was practically stumbling behind you, my head was blown apart. I didn't have a say, I wouldn't want to die now, or ever.
[This is a cruel fate, I apologise.]
It is okay, the flow of time is unpredictable. If anything, I am the one of blame. I look at you emptily, seeing as how you reach for my core and put it somewhere safe, I lose colour, and you take apart my head.
I didn't have anything to say about the matter of this fate, I don't think I have the right to.
I stayed quiet the whole time You repaired me, I would break if I even moved my mouth an inch, or so it seems. You didn't fill my cracks with something like gold, or silver, it felt as if You filled them with the stars. It felt as if you sewed me back together with a thread belonging to the stars itself, I just continued to watch, [Cold,] You muttered, I merely nodded.
[You're not meant to be cold, What happened?] You asked again, I shook my head no, I didn't — still, don't know. My Core was perfectly placed in my body, it should not be cold. Why was it cold? I'll never know, I don't know if You'll ever know.
Perhaps You'll return to me this night, after having asked the Emperor. I hope They know, after all, 137438691328 Finalities... They probably know more than even existing Divinity. But, What do I know?
What do I know as nothing more than a Drifting Knight? What do I know as a Dreaming Boy? What do I know as a Rotten Corpse? as a Mechanical Body? as a Detached Head, with no body for me to take as a host?
Do I even have parts of my original body? or are they all discarded in one fate after another? What kind of world do I live in? What kind of life do I spend my time in?
I snap out of my thoughts as my body is rearranged, put back together. I sit up, stare into Your eyes again, You look back at me — Your eyes are piercing, yet soft, the sun in Your right shining brightly. I wonder why You have it with You at this moment, You'd leave it behind to shine upon us usually — What's so different about this time?
I get up from the place you repaired me. The other Knights came down and looked at me as if I were a new species of plant, it was awkward, I looked at them like I were a bug under a rock, and You were looking between all of us confused. But, I was able to get back on my tracks with them, luckily. I held my sword and bow again, It feels odd to wander again, but, I feel content as it is right now.
Though my heart is aching, I trust You in showing me a new path. I trust You in the worlds You send me to. May it be in pain, or peace, I shall follow.
I waved goodbye to You as I walked beside Them, and then, I woke up.
It is 10:15 on the same day as this is public.