I would paint, a smile on my face, a new softness in my heart, my friends upon the canvas. I could sense the very spirit of my mother beside me, watching over me. Her heart was forever with mine, just as my heart was with hers, and my friends. My friends… they were gone, of different worlds. Different places. Different memories… their journey beside me was now over, their memories, dissolved like foam on the water. It saddened and burdened my heart, and now and again I would look up from my paintbrush, upon the expanse outside of my small structure. Within the heavy shell, I knew my heart was light with the belief of seeing them once more. I could feel the pride radiating off the invisible presence of my mother, the hope and joy off of her transparent skin. It made me feel warm. A sigh would pass my lips. The Kanas had held onto this feeling throughout, and it was how they travelled, holding their heads high, arm in arm with comrades and pushing their belief to its peak. How I longed to see them again… and one day, I would.
It was upon that day that I had chosen to wander to the glowing brightness of the nearby lake, under the sheet of blue sky. What I saw made my heart leap with joy, and at the same time, disbelief. Over the terms, my hope had slowly slipped away, and now, I see them. My widened eyes closed, a slight smile spread across my face, replacing the pursed lips of confusion. Before I raised my head to the backs of my friends and saying, "It is good to meet you, Kana."
I stood there for a moment, a secret doubt in the pit of my soul squirming in anguish at the very possibility that they would not respond in kind. But they turned, both of them, smiling at me knowingly, as if I had been a companion for years upon years.
Perhaps belief was a powerful weapon.