Where are we?
We're nowhere. This is where they put you to be forgotten. Or was it to forget?. Or maybe where you go to be forgotten...if you want to be forgotten.
Or all the three at once.
Look at the clocks. They have all stopped, their hands have been taken. Look at the clocks, they're painted with plain, blank white paint. The numerals are white, too. Can you see them?
I bet you can't see them. But I can see them, and the door. I bet you can't see the door. Why, it's right over there, of course. No, you can't reach the door yet, my dear. You aren't real yet. But someday you may be.
I'll never be real.
I never was real.
That's what They tell me.
Oh, I want to know where I am again! The roses never tell me. The roses never show me where I am, they show me only places where the Others are. They lead me to them, lead me to the darkness in the heart, but never, ever, ever show me anything else. Nothing else but rain and grey. We are nowhere, they say, we are nowhere. Do you understand?
No, of course you can't. But I did tell you where we were. Do you remember the time, do you remember the snow? The snow won't ever, ever leave from this garden, and neither will you. If it makes you feel better, neither will I.
I, who am I? Who is me? Please, tell me who I am again? Please say my name and tell me things...I don't remember, I don't remember. Sometimes...sometimes, when you hold me, I do. Sometimes I remember flowers that weren't ever black. You tell me I have a sister. You tell me I am cruel. You tell me that I will live forever...
I feel sick.
Now, hush, they tell me. If you are quiet, We shall tell you a story.
If you are quiet, We shall let you out.
Hush, do you hear them? Do you hear the clocks? They're all winding back to the beginning again...
You're not listening, are you? You never really listen to me, sempai.
We're nowhere. This is where they put you to be forgotten. Or was it to forget?. Or maybe where you go to be forgotten...if you want to be forgotten.
Or all the three at once.
Look at the clocks. They have all stopped, their hands have been taken. Look at the clocks, they're painted with plain, blank white paint. The numerals are white, too. Can you see them?
I bet you can't see them. But I can see them, and the door. I bet you can't see the door. Why, it's right over there, of course. No, you can't reach the door yet, my dear. You aren't real yet. But someday you may be.
I'll never be real.
I never was real.
That's what They tell me.
Oh, I want to know where I am again! The roses never tell me. The roses never show me where I am, they show me only places where the Others are. They lead me to them, lead me to the darkness in the heart, but never, ever, ever show me anything else. Nothing else but rain and grey. We are nowhere, they say, we are nowhere. Do you understand?
No, of course you can't. But I did tell you where we were. Do you remember the time, do you remember the snow? The snow won't ever, ever leave from this garden, and neither will you. If it makes you feel better, neither will I.
I, who am I? Who is me? Please, tell me who I am again? Please say my name and tell me things...I don't remember, I don't remember. Sometimes...sometimes, when you hold me, I do. Sometimes I remember flowers that weren't ever black. You tell me I have a sister. You tell me I am cruel. You tell me that I will live forever...
I feel sick.
Now, hush, they tell me. If you are quiet, We shall tell you a story.
If you are quiet, We shall let you out.
Hush, do you hear them? Do you hear the clocks? They're all winding back to the beginning again...
You're not listening, are you? You never really listen to me, sempai.