This Feather…once a generation…
Then, a few words, self-taught. Now the Toga watch her write poetry on the air.
The Haibane love her. The Toga will accept her.
The wall knows me. In secret I caress the warm stone…
No, I can't. I won't…
I ask. I never see her speak again.
In the western woods, heaven touches earth. I almost hear the halo fall.
Is it a sin to hope? A crime to change one's mind at path's end? Bound by my own riddle, who will set me free?
The clockmaker's apprentice, perhaps. This world pleases her.
Maybe Kana.
Author's Note
I have no idea how the Communicator would choosehis successor. This is pure speculation on my part. Hope you liked it.