Author's Note:

I'm sorry to have made you wait this long~

So it's finally here~ The sequel to Things That Are Lost! For first time readers who clicked on this without first reading the story before it, read the story that comes before it! This is not the first! It's not! Well, I guess you could kinda read it that way, but it's like watching the last episode of something before going and actually watching the series. That'd be disappointing to me since you'd lose the depth of feeling and all...yeah. Anyway, once you've finished Things That Are Lost and Things That Are Left (the epilogue thing to Things That Are Lost), you can read this.

Below you will find the prologue to Things That Are Found, which is what you're all probably dying to read. (It'd be super cool if you are, at least) It's in poem form, like the other one, and is just as cryptic! Yay~ I'll give some time between the posting of this and the first chapter so you guys have the chance to absorb it, dissect it, and hopefully theorize about the story that's about to unfold.

Also, by the time I've published this, Things That Are Lost will officially be labeled as a tragedy in that genre thing-whatever. I didn't do that before, since it would've given away the ending (which was planned from the start, trust me). Adding this sequel has made it so that particular ending isn't the real end anymore, and I can give away all the secrets I want because you guys will still never be able to guess how this will end. It'll be different though, so don't worry too much. : )

So yeah. Enjoy~

The things you see, and the things you don't—

—remember, as the things that were before

Are they true things, or are they played things

being alongside things known?

The things you see, and the things you don't—

—recall, as the things that weren't before

Can they relay things that make soft rings

in the chimes of your memory?

The things you see, and the things you don't—

—forget, as the things that were before

Have they brought things that make heavy rings

in the pool of your existence?

The things you see, and the things you won't—

—long for, as the things you missed before

Will they matter, when things, hard, and soft rings

all exist in the thing you've found?