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Veritas Ratio is a man of knowledge. Everything he does and everything he says has been through lots of precise calculations inside his astronomical mind. Man clearly despised anything that is linked to idiocy, to the point he invents a literal alabaster head for him to wear just to cover himself from a potential view of an idiot. How wonderful.
The thing is, with his eight PhDs sure figuring something wrong with himself isn't supposed to be a hard task.
Or is it?
It has been a while since he had the same, somewhat repetitive dream that keeps haunting him. At first he didn't really mind it, dreams are most likely a manifestation of various thoughts inside your mind that are presented visually while you're asleep. It could even be a repetition of your deepest concern while you're awake, which your consciousness refuses to forget and it forms into jumbled hazy memories while the brain is at rest. So the question is, what has been bugging the great Dr. Ratio?
For the past few weeks, Dr. Ratio has been dreaming about a simple happy life in a decently small house. But that wasn't his main concern. The real problem is, whenever there is a warm scenario replaying like a broken tape in his dreams, he was with this specific woman. Her hair glows when the gentle sunlight hits her form, the highlight created by the natural lights shines over her like a halo over her head. Her eyes sparkled every time their gaze met, captivating him. Never did once he remembered any conversation from the dream, but what he truly remembers is how she laughed, or small humms coming out from her mouth. Incoherent sounds that have no meaning, yet it affects him greatly. Sometimes they were sitting in the empty backyard. Sometimes it was just her asking him about this one book she likes. Even at more intimate times, he would just rest his head on top of her lap while she's stroking his hair. It was always her. All inside a goddamned dream .
He searched up things about dreams to see if he could probably lose his mind because damn , how desperate is he to be longing over someone that doesn't even exist ? She doesn't resemble anyone he has met his whole life. She's not real yet she created him real problems. There is no scientific research that determines that dreams are connected to futures, let alone past lives. These things are abstract , yet to him it doesn't count as an art. Arts have forms and beauty which anyone can consume, but this?
Some websites suggested that it might be his soulmate, but of course Veritas Ratio wouldn't believe such imbecile stories. They had no real proofs yet most of them are made by a writer’s endless imagination. There are too many holes in their theories in which he immediately paused his small research. There are more pressing matters at hand rather than this stupid nonsense made by the dream realm.
That is what he thought, until things got out of hand. The repetitive dream has started consuming him. His heart throbs violently at the thought of her . He tried to distract himself by working harder, because in those peaceful times where he's alone with his chess and his sculpted alabaster head on he absolutely cannot pry his head off the thought of her . She's haunting his head like an untouchable ghost, yet he cannot get rid of her nor can he do anything about it. Aeons please have mercy on this man.
Dr. Ratio had never talked to anyone about this issue since all this ordeal sounds stupid to him. The most intelligent Dr. Ratio, crumbling himself with the thought of a maiden from inside his dreams ? Outrageous.
He tried his best to keep his composure and to stop himself from daydreaming about her appearance. His daily routine felt like drag. He's busying himself with more and more books, not even his beauty bath could save him from these thoughts about her . But you know what? He can't do this. He misses her so badly . All of these oddly reoccurring dreams have been corrupting his mind like a plague. He needs to see her. He has been wondering which aeon could probably help him out of this. How many times has he wasted on this trivial problem? He cannot afford more of his precious time to be spent weeping at these foreign longing feelings. She's not even real .
Right when he's about to spiral down his endless thoughts inside his alabaster head, a call from his fellow subordinates cuts him right through it.
“Dr. Ratio, there's a new recruit we've been expecting today and they're already here for the interview,” The person said as Dr. Ratio made a small cough to regain his composure. The Intelligentsia Guild sure had freedom with their members, but there are still some initial interviews for safety and security reasons which could affect all of the other members. Veritas Ratio isn't supposed to be one to face new faces since, we all know, he most likely is allergic to stupidity. But then again, he applied for any vacant works to get his head off that dream.
“Very well. I'll be there right away,” His chess set dissipated into thin air as he walked his way to the supposed room. He wasn't expecting anything on the way, his head full of the questions he's about to test out on the new person. The moment his subordinate left him alone inside the interview room, Dr. Ratio took off his alabaster head to take a peek at the new member. Separated by a one way glass, he took a step forward for a clearer view of the interviewee.
Oh, how his well sculpted alabaster head would fall if it hadn't disappeared in the first place. Behind the glass there's her , the woman that had been poisoning his brilliant mind into a mush. His mind cannot trick him on this one. Her eyes twinkled curiously around the room, waiting for him to come and greet her. Dr. Ratio freezes on the spot, his heart throbbing so wildly it feels like it would jump out of his chest any moment from now. His brows furrowed, mouth slightly agape at the oddly familiar sight of her . This can't be real .
His head feels light and his face is all red without him knowing. How pathetic. He cannot take his eyes off her, nor can he move. Time feels like it has stopped while Veritas Ratio is working hard on regaining himself. There, the woman of his dreams is currently sitting and twirling around the bottle of water the guild had provided. It's the sight he never imagined he'll see outside of his deep slumber.
It is the sight of you .