The Flowers We Saw That Day Were In Bloom
by Emperor of the Ricefields
Prologue
My body feels so light...almost mystical...
The rifts of my mind ebb and flow like waves on a Pacific shoreline. It's as if all of my worries and regrets are slowly being washed away into the abyss.
Bliss. It's what I would call it, however it all feels so unusual. The very feeling of naked void encompassing my being doesn't feel like emptiness. It feels more like I'm slowly being sucked inside myself.
Strange. It doesn't hurt at all. I feel no pain yet I also feel no warmth. This clear sensation isn't so cold either. It's as if the environment around me has no sense of temperature at all.
There and then, I began to make out a faint sound that began as a whisper, but then as time passed, evolved into a strong and clear female voice that was echoing throughout the void surrounding me.
"Can you hear me?" she said.
On and on, the disembodied voice continually asked me, but I had no words to spare. Even if I had lips to begin with, I still could not move them and offer a single sound. I then realized that it didn't feel like I was even breathing at all.
"Can you hear me?" she still continued.
I could hear the desperation in her voice, as if she were in a dire situation asking for help. It's as if she needed someone to respond to her swan song. How in God's name could I if I lack the ability to talk in the first place?
"Can anyone hear me?" the voice resonated.
I tried and tried yet my words weren't given sound and so the voice was left with the reply of cruel and unrelenting silence. I could do nothing but listen to her voice slowly fade away like a dying light.
Then, something unusual happened.
"I'm here for you."
I wasn't surprised at the fact that someone answered, but because the voice that responded was definitely my own. However, I was completely sure that it wasn't my lips that uttered those words. It's as if my own subconscious grew into a separate entity and tried to reach out to the lone girl in the void.
"I will get you out of here."
What is going on here? Why is my own voice talking independently without any of my willpower?
"There's somewhere we can go."
No. Stop. Even if that's my own voice, it's not me talking.
"Let's go together."
A bright light then quickly enveloped me as if swallowing me into the depths of a white star. For the first time since my consciousness had awoken, I began to feel warmth. It was the warmth of a fresh springtime morning. That's what it felt like.
"I'll be by your side," the previous female voice said.
Just then, my eyes slowly opened.