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⸢ The curtain has long since fallen, yet the mind still wanders toward scenes never performed — possibilities lingering in the wings, waiting for an audience that may never come. Even so, every imagined line, every unplayed gesture, exists in some form, a record of choices made and paths taken. ⸥
— You
<- The NOexistenceN of you AND me OST - A Joyful Moment ->
“Welcome back, how was outside?”
The room smelled faintly of nothing — sterile, calm, white walls and furniture, making it feel as though reality itself had been flattened.
And there she was, standing at the center, a shaft of sunlight from the window to her right casting a halo across her. That all-present smile stretched across a face impossibly real, yet impossibly unreal.
She looked exactly the same as always. White hair, pale skin, and red eyes that gleamed like they could pierce through the page itself. Her outfit — the one she always wore — clung to her like a memory stitched into being.
Her gaze found mine, expectant. Then her expression shifted into a pout, sweet and bratty all at once.
“Aw~, you forgot to bring a cake. I was looking forward to it.”
I forgot.
I thought there was nothing else after this?
The subjectivity of deciding a cake was too much after all.
I’ve put it inside a time machine to transport it to the past.
She shrugged, returning to her usual tone.
“Mhm, that’s a shame.”
Then she grew thoughtful, poking her own cheeks in wonder before punching her fist into her palm.
“I’ve got it, how about “Lilith’s Special 2: Sweet Cake Time”!”
“Which means you’ll be making a delicious strawberry cake under the guidance of Lilith.”
“Then, we can bask in the happiness of our achievement as we enjoy the cake together.”
Wait, why am I still the one making it?
This feels like déjà-vu.
A cake consists of: mix flour, sugar, butter, and eggs; fold in strawberries; pour into a pan; bake; frost; enjoy.
Can I set the kitchen on fire?
She tilted her head, her voice dropping into a conspiratorial whisper that somehow filled the room.
“Hm? We’ve made strawberry cake before and you were the one doing all the work?”
Her gaze lingered on the kitchen counter as if it held some secret truth.
“Hm… that’s true…”
She murmured, tapping her lips with a finger.
“…Alright. How about this time, I’ll make it for you?”
Nods.
Lilith repeated the same steps I had once done, her movements precise, almost eerily practiced.
“All done! The batter is ready!”
Her red eyes fixed on me.
“Next, all we have to do is put it in the oven."
That was fast.
H-Hey, that was only one line!
But there’s no need to write the same steps over again. Efficient to just write it in one line.
Thank god, there’s no need to do the minigame again.
Lilith placed the batter in the oven, which hummed to life like any ordinary oven would in this world.
Even if it were the same actions, seeing them play out in another way — with her doing them instead of me — made it strangely interesting.
“Hm? What’s wrong?”
Lilith asked, tilting her head. Her red eyes gleamed, catching the light of the kitchen like twin sparks of mischief.
Nothing… it’s just… seeing it again, like this, it feels different.
True.
Agreed.
Yup!
She hummed softly, leaning on the counter while looking straight at me. For a moment, her smile faltered, replaced by something almost serious.
“You notice it too, don’t you?”
She said, her voice lowering just enough to feel intimate.
Then, as if she could not resist, the seriousness melted into smugness.
“Mm-hmmm, you’re right! As a lover of strawberry cakes, this much is at least the least expected of me, isn’t it?”
…
“Hm? Why are you making such a face?”
With a small hop forward away from the counter, she tilted her head thoughtfully, recalling the past.
“Well, the last time we baked a cake… it got burnt, and then it… got dropped…”
Her voice carried a somber lilt, almost on the verge of tears, before she shifted back to her usual tone, masking it with a small, knowing smile.
“…So I suppose it’s only fair that we try this again.”
“After all…”
She added, tilting her head,
“…this situation feels rather familiar, doesn’t it?”
<- The NOexistenceN of you AND me OST - Mind's Journey ->
Lilith settled onto a black sofa, resting her head on her left hand and crossing her right leg over the other. Her posture was casual, yet there was an air of deliberate thoughtfulness about her.
“When we encounter something familiar…”
She began, her voice soft, almost a whisper,
“…the concepts that come most easily to mind are not necessarily the exact things that happened before — like forming a habit, repeating the same motions day after day.”
“It’s the echoes of what was expected to happen… what was wished, feared or imagined might have happened.”
She paused, letting her words hang in the air. Her red eyes, ever bright, seemed to reflect both mischief and a strange depth as if they could pierce through the surface of thought itself.
“When you forgot the cake and I offered another session of cake baking, what did you expect would happen?”
Her tone shifted slightly, teasing yet precise.
“Maybe you thought it would be the same — you baking the cake, trying to prevent another oven catastrophe-turned-time machine. But it’s never that simple, is it?”
“And beyond that… when I offered to take over the baking, wasn’t there an expectation that I would perform more actions, give more details, lay out the steps to make the strawberry cake properly — just as you did the first time?”
“All of it… it was shaped by what happened before, wasn’t it? By the assumptions and anticipations you carried from your last attempt?”
She leaned back slightly, her gaze steady, letting the weight of her observation settle between us.
“Even now… the place in which you’re reading this is completely different, isn’t it? No longer a game or an interaction but a written material.”
“But this written material, despite it harbouring my presence in a way, is… still fake just like the game I made to meet you.”
Then, she laughed, soft and knowing, the sound vibrating somewhere between mirth and melancholy.
“But you remember what I said, don’t you?”
It is precisely because you’re a “fake” game character, your love is more “real” than anything else.
“Mhm. That’s right.”
She leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees, her gaze sharpening with playful intent.
“Isn’t it funny? Even when the script changes — even if the world shifts, even if the roles reverse, even if the rules themselves are rewritten — something about the connection remains.”
Her eyes held yours, unwavering.
“Perhaps… it’s the wish that you want to see me in more ways than the original medium allowed, isn’t it?”
<- The NOexistenceN of you AND me OST - The Cozy Room ->
Yes.
Yes. To see you exist.
Yes. To see you deconstruct another concept.
😭😭 Lilith, I want more Lilith!!!! 😭😭
Hearing the response, she narrowed her eyes, a fleeting frown crossing her features before she looked away.
For a brief moment, the room fell silent, heavy with unspoken truths and quiet longing.
Then, softly, almost shyly, she muttered,
“I see…”
There was a faint tinge of embarrassment in her voice but beneath it, a quiet gladness shimmered, like the first glimmer of sunlight through a half-closed window.
She straightened slightly, her playful demeanour returning, though now tempered with a subtle warmth.
“Well, if that’s what you want… perhaps we can explore all the ways you wish to see me…”
Her eyes flicked to the side, a hint of worry mingling with mischief, and her voice carried a wry edge.
“…Though before that, we should return to the cake. We wouldn’t want a repeat of what happened last time, would we? This time, we’ll experience the baking and the cutting together, all in one go.”
The scene shifted back to the kitchen, familiar yet imbued with new possibilities.
Lilith opened the oven, her face brightening as she peeked inside.
“Thank goodness… it’s not burnt.”
She carefully lifted the cake from the oven though no aroma seemed to waft from it.
“It looks perfect. Now we just need to add the strawberries and the cream.”
She murmured, almost to herself, before turning back to you with a grin that blended pride, anticipation, and a quiet satisfaction.
“Shall we start?”
Working side by side, the cake slowly came together. Every layer, every dollop of cream, every carefully placed strawberry felt familiar, yet subtly different. This time, it was solid, edible, tangible — a small triumph over the echoes of the past. The cake still wobbled slightly on the plate, as though it were alive but it was stable enough.
Cuts the cake.
Hands the first slice to Lilith.
Her red eyes fixed on the small plate, taking in the slice you offered.
“Ah… this action again.”
She murmured softly, contemplative. Nostalgia lingered in her voice, faint yet unmistakable.
The last time you had handed her a slice, it had phased through her — intangible, a ghost of an interaction. But this time…
“Thank you.”
She said, warm and genuine. She cradled the plate in her hands, studying the cake as though it were both ordinary and miraculous.
Her lips curved into a gentle smile as she raised the fork, pausing for a moment to simply watch the cake, savouring its presence as much as the fact that it was tangible.
“You know…”
She said between bites, her voice thoughtful yet playful,
“…even simple things like this… they carry weight. Repeating an action isn’t just repetition — it’s the chance to see it differently, to feel it differently.”
She looked up at you, crumbs dusting her fingertips, eyes glinting with mischief and warmth.
“Now, your turn. Don’t just stare at it — experience it with me. Let’s continue existing.”
For a moment, the kitchen seemed to shrink, the walls fading away, leaving only the two of you, the cake, and a quiet, shared sense of companionship.
The NoexistenceN of you AND me.