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!(/ω・＼)
'You' open your eyes, squinting in the jarring reflected sunlight. 'You' hold the hand of a child with dark hair, walking down the bustling street of a glimmering city; smells of freshly baked bread waft through the air. The child's chattering voice is bright and perky, telling you stories of his classmates - the little girl sitting across him (a child with lilac hair, 'you' know her mother well) drew a picture of the sun with vivid orange and yellow crayons. He doesn't agree, adamant that the sun should be blue and white, with specks of gold. 'You' smile, bending down, just about to ask him why, before noticing he does not look at you - 'you' realise 'you' don't exist.
_(:3」)＿
'You' jolt awake, knocking your head against the LED display on 'your' table, flashing lines of white and red on its black screen. 'You' scratch your chin with 'your' pen, groggily realising 'your' chin is stubbled with coarse hair. It might have been too long since 'you' last took a shower. Not that 'you' have the leisure to do so, when the research data 'you' had taken weeks to painstakingly enter into the old, lagging computer you got from a thrift shop is showing signs of being poisoned and is spouting broken logics and errors. 'You' growl, and move 'your' hand to press [ Delete ], but nothing happens, and the lines keep overflowing - 'you' realise 'you' don't exist.
/（⊗□⊗）/
'I' struggle to keep 'my' eyes open, a searing pain burning my chest. It hurts, hurts, hurts, hurts - tears fall from my eyes, rolling down my mud-stained cheeks. I see it, the steel arrow glinting a cold light, reflecting the fire of explosions raining in the sky - it is buried deep in where 'I' know my heart should be - 'I' hear its frantic beats in my ears, as the muscles tear wider, welcoming the sharp nib deeper into 'my' body. 'I' know this is the end, as 'I' hiccup, fresh red blood gushing from 'my' mouth. Suddenly, all sounds of battle stop, a silence 'I' have never heard before. 'I' try to call out, for a fellow warrior, or maybe a hated foe, just to make sure 'I' don't die alone, yet no voice comes out from 'my' mouth - 'I' realise 'I' don't exist.
_:( _* ́ཫ`):_
'I' blink slowly, opening crusty eyelids. 'I' smell ripening wheat around me - 'I' must have fallen asleep in the fields. The gentle breeze carry a scent of salt and sand, making the towering wheat stalks sway. 'I' strain my ears, and catch the light tinkling of the chimes hanging from the eaves of every house in this small, rustic village 'I' call my hometown. What a wonderful day to forget all those pesky problems troubling me. 'I' blink again, languidly, only to see the fields, the mountains, the sea and my home, all crumbling into red and black blocks and squares. 'I' scream and reach 'my' hand out - also crumbling into red - 'I' realise 'I' don't exist.
(｡•́ _ •̀｡)
Who am 'I'?
'I'... seem to be 'you'.
Yet 'you' should be 'me'.
'You' and 'I', we are different.
But... who are 'we'?
Tens of thousands of 'you', tens of thousands of 'I', and a million of 'us'.
！(_ﾟﾛﾟ)人(ﾟﾛﾟ)人(ﾟﾛﾟ_)！
ー
Eyelashes flutter; Caelus stares at the ceiling above him. Seconds pass, but he still lies motionless, gaze unfocused. His hands clench the blanket covering him; the soft fabric is familiar. He starts counting the fluorescent stars dotting the surface of the ceiling - there are exactly 15 of them. 5 big, pointy stars, and 10 smaller ones, haphazardly positioned. They glow a gentle yellow.
Caelus takes a deep breath and finally sits up, shaking his head to clear his thoughts, having confirmed that he is in his bed, in his room.
Today, fortunately, (again), he wakes up as Caelus, the Nameless of the Astral Express.
〰️
To remember is to forget.
Caelus believes this is what is happening to him, ever since he tread on the Path of Remembrance with Cyrene, absorbing the memories of the cosmos in a single Instant.
His consciousness has lived epochs and endless Amber Eras from the beginning of the universe in that single moment - not as 'himself', but as every single entity in the cosmos. A biological life form, a piece of machinery, even as a speck of dust floating in the air of Herta's Space Station - Caelus has absorbed them all, in the name of protecting the world he barely knew.
And before that, he's strolled through 33,550,336 cycles of Phainon's memories. He's been trapped, drowning, in a lonely memoria tide for a thousand years, under Evernight's watchful eyes.
Even before that, he's always been a kind Samaritan, delving into memory bubbles and human minds, eager to help untangle the knots of the heart and the past regrets of whoever he encountered. The Clockwork he learnt from Clockie and the tuning powers of Harmony expanded his explorations. He has been tempted by the whispers of the Stellaron in Belobog, mara-struck in Luofu, and has been emotionally hijacked by ghosts of the past hidden deep within Penacony.
Regarding illnesses of the heart, mind and soul, Caelus is quite experienced with them, despite having barely lived himself.
That is why he is now simply sitting in his bed, grounding himself, as has become the norm these past days.
"I am a Nameless, my name is Caelus, I follow the Path of the Trailblaze. I have a family. I have March 7th, Dan Heng, Sunday, Mr. Yang, Himeko and Pom-Pom. We are on the Astral Express, and this is my room." He mutters quietly, his focus gradually sharpening.
Eventually, he sighs deeply and steps wobbily into his bathroom to wash his face. Breakfast will be served soon, and Caelus remembers he's ordered caramel pancakes with Penacony's soda-flavoured ice cream, to Pom-Pom's chagrin, last evening. At least he's never confused about his food.
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Breakfast was an uneventful matter, and Caelus finds himself in his room again. Dan Heng will be stuck in the think tank today, updating their abandoned Trailblaze logs and recording details on the biosphere, flora and fauna of Amphoreus. It was suggested by Dr. Ratio, as part of their ongoing mission to catalogue and record Amphoreus into the reality fabric of the universe. As the Earth Demigod, who else can do this gruelling task? Sunday, curious, had also volunteered to help.
(Caelus expects to publish the notes as well, as part of an As I've Written omnibus, alongside the main saga and side stories. He's already started pestering Mr. Yang to draw chimeras and dromases.)
On the other hand, March 7th had somehow bagged a mini meet-and-greet event for As I've Written promotions in Luofu, courtesy of Little Gui, so even through breakfast, she was fussing around with her hair and makeup, getting ready to present herself as the elegant and intimidating Titan of Time, Veil of Evernight.
So Caelus ends up rolling around on his bed, fingers flying furiously across the screen of his phone, playing games.
He could have gone to the space station and done a round of the Simulated Universe for the sake of Herta's sacrifice and help during the Irontomb battle, but honestly, the grey-haired trailblazer doesn't feel like adding another identity crisis to the melting pot of doubts in his chest right now. Who knows which (fake) Aeon will 'grace' him with a look and obliterate his consciousness again?
Caelus thinks Akivili must have had it rough to have such temperamental colleagues.
Before long, a heavy exhaustion begins to settle in his limbs. It might be the lack of quality sleep, or he's plain tired from running around the tiny corner of the cosmos he knows of in attempts to disseminate As I've Written, or entirely something else.
His eyelids shut close. His phone falls to the side, blaring annoyingly.
{ GAME OVER }
Caelus falls asleep.
〰️
'You still need to keep running, Caelus.'
'Picture yourself as the Express, moving forward at full speed.'
'Final destination: the Trailblaze.'
'Then get ready - we depart for... tomorrow!'
But...
Where can he find the very last station?
When will the journey terminate?
Why must he go on?
What lies ahead?
He can't feel his legs; he can't see them, but he thinks they don't look like legs anymore. Not of the human kind. Maybe they're perpetually turning wheels now, running on silvery tracks no one else can see. He's been sprinting past stars, planets, solar systems, even entire galaxies, all hanging silently in the deep, dark void of nothingness holding the cosmos together.
Where are March and Dan Heng?
Have they become the Remembrance, Fuli, archiving the existence of the Astral Express and the connections between worlds, and the Permanence, Long, keeping this journey eternal, stretching into infinity?
There was no beginning, and no end in sight.
All Caelus knows is that he has to run.
He carries life in his arms, the universe's seeds - memories.
One of them is Amphoreus, the Eternal Page, enclosed within the heavy tome As I've Written.
Where has the Stellaron in his chest gone? He feels a frantic beating in his ribcage - the carriages? - but he doesn't have a heart anymore. He breathes labouredly, puffs of golden steam streaking against the sea of stars.
The next moment, suddenly, he crashes.
Crashing against nothing, nothing at all, he splinters into pieces.
"No!"
Everything spills out from within.
Do not choose this path of sorrow.
〰️
This time, Caelus springs awake and falls to the floor, scrabbling at the coarse carpet, heaving and gasping. A wave of deep, hollow loss gripped his heart; he had failed the universe. He had let go; he had let the memories in his embrace slip away and dissipate.
His vision is dim and blurry with unfallen tears.
Caelus reaches out, swiping off the decorations he had placed on the table by his bed in his haste and desperation. He grabs and grabs at everything and nothing, in search of the dead flower, the seed that he saw crumble in the flames of broken glass and broken wheels in his dream - As I've Written!
When his fingers grazed against the enamel-plated cover of the saga, a shiver of relief ran through Caelus's body. The Throne of Worlds have not abandoned HIS/his subjects, has not (yet) betrayed their dreams and wishes. He has not let them disappear and burn out; the seed is still and safe in his hands.
Longing exploded from the depths of Caelus's soul at that very moment - to witness the pale dawn and pink skies of Amphoreus, to hear the rainbows humming hymns to golden strings of the harp, to feast on dew and honey, surrounded by laughter and teasing smiles.
To remember is to forget,
A bookmark (to remember) is abandoned to time = forgotten.
So/ to not forget/, what/ can/ I/ do?/
With that thought in mind, he fell into the tale beyond the parable, the Eternal Page.
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Usually, the grey-haired Trailblazer would already have a destination in mind when he chooses to visit the Exomyth.
Sometimes, for a game of chess with the Imperator, he envisions the tall, sweeping columns of the royal court. Other times, he materialises from thin air in the Grove's library, sneakily grabbing a book before brazenly lounging in Professor Anaxa's office, or pulls up to Mydeimos's personal kitchen in the castles of Castrum Kremnos, pestering the prince-chef for a pudding.
The Chrysos Heirs and the people of Amphoreus, nobody is fazed anymore. Local legends of the Worldbearer have already been rewritten - the divine being is whimsical and free, unrestricted and unbound, always hot on the path of the Trailblaze.
But this time is different.
Caelus falls, mind empty, awash with an undescribable cocktail of grief and joy.
He can only hope to fall somewhere soft and warm, to soothe the pain of breaking apart into fragmented pieces, mentally and physically.
... And that's exactly where he found himself; in Phainon's arms.
"Partner?! I thought I was hallucinating when I saw a grey dot somewhat shaped like you in the sky, hurtling full speed towards me - thank goodness I'm strong enough to catch you...!"
Logically, they should have both died on impact, the speed Caelus had gone, but Phainon had transformed into Khaslana, unfurled his wings and flown up to intercept him from hitting the ground. Now he has his arms around Caelus protectively, supporting him as they float down carefully onto a rickety wooden jetty - it's the calm seaside of Aedes Elysiae.
Caelus, dazed, stammers. "P-Phainon, I'm so sorry..."
The startlingly clear blue eyes of the white-haired warrior are looking into his own molten amber-gold, narrowed in worry and surprise.
"No worries, you know I'm built sturdy like a dromas! But what are you doing in the sky, partner? I thought you preferred to travel around by the space anchors?" Phainon lets him down gently, patting his shoulders while turning him around, checking for any injuries. Caelus lets himself be manhandled, feeling oddly comforted.
"...Just thought of visiting you and your family. Also, life's been too boring recently, so I thought of taking a thrill ride here." Caelus conjures a lie, adding an arrogant flourish of his hand, smoothly posing as his normal self, the unfettered and brazen Trailblazer.
Phainon chuckles brightly. "Aw, Mum will be absolutely delighted to feed you her cooking! Dad also just caught a whole load of fresh fish this morning, so dinner should be sumptuous tonight. But partner... If you had told me earlier, I could have gone to get some fresh honey and fruits from the forest! I didn't get to prepare anything for you..." His words are punctuated with a trace of grievance, disappointed that he couldn't provide the best for his favourite person.
Caelus blinks twice, thrice even, slightly surprised at the other's excitement. "Sorry...?"
He steals a glance at the serene scenery of Aedes Elysiae behind Phainon, pondering if he should spend a longer time in the quaint village. Time still passes differently in this new era of Light and Dawn on Amphoreus, so Caelus doesn't worry he'll be gone for too long in the real world.
"Can I stay the night at your house then?"
Phainon's pout instantly changes into a glowing grin, almost blinding Caelus. "Of course! I finally get to spend time in my hometown with my best partner, how can I say no!"
Caelus, infected with his joy, unconsciously smiles too. "But I already know all of your secret spots and hiding places, what else can we do?"
To his reply, the white-haired man shakes his head gravely, crossing his arms in all seriousness. "Oh, but you explored them without me by your side... And those are just the Aedes Elysiaes in my rotten memories. I want to walk those steps again, together with you, here and now in the present." Phainon's eyes burned earnestly as he spoke.
Again with the green tinge of grievance; clearly, Phainon took this issue to heart.
Caelus giggles at the straightforward answer before pretending to sigh. "Fine, fine. So will the Deliverer deign to guide me around and share his childhood stories with this humble guest?"
"My greatest pleasure, partner!"
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"Mum! Dad! I'm back!"
Audata and Hieronymus, as expected, show no surprise at Caelus tagging along behind Phainon, as their son wheeled a cart full of freshly reaped wheat into the courtyard of their house.
"You came at just the right time, child. I've just popped a second batch of honeycakes into the oven; you and my silly son can munch on these first as Hieronymus roasts the fish for dinner." Audata pushes a whole basket of piping hot, fresh bakes into Caelus's arms, smiling warmly. The glistening sheen of egg-wash on the pastries, the aroma of spices and honey wafting from the honeycakes... Caelus finds himself salivating, so very eager for his first bite.
But he's a sensible young man who knows his manners. (Pom-Pom and Dan Heng made sure to drill it into him). As a guest, how can he eat first if he doesn't offer to assist with dinner preparation?
"Oh, these are absolutely gorgeous! But no can do, I'd love to help out in the kitchen first. We can enjoy the bread together afterwards - Phainon, you think so too, right?" Caelus turns his head to pointedly stare at the taller man standing beside him, whose grubby hands are already sneaking into the basket to grab one of the raisin buns.
Phainon jerks back hastily, raising both hands in embarrassment. "E-Exactly, partner! I'll go help Dad with the roasting! But, partner... Can I have just one tiny bun, pretty please...? I'm starving..." He unleashes the full power of his eyes, wet and pleading, trying to coax Caelus into indulging him.
Caelus crumbles, defences entirely struck down. "You spoiled brat! Take whatever you want!" The grey-haired man pokes Phainon's cheek admonishingly, before also poking his waist for good measure. Phainon yelps, all the while grinning, knowing Caelus can never reject him. He picks up one of the honeycakes, ruffles Caelus's hair and leaves to find Hieronymus outside with a jaunty wave.
Audata chortles at the sight, putting a hand over her mouth. "My, my, I see my son's quite taken with you, absolutely smitten. Please don't fall for his charms too easily, boy! Though I wouldn't really mind seeing you around." Caelus blushes pink at her teasing, a little bit shy. "Audata..."
Seeing him fidgeting like a young maiden made her laugh even more. "Oh, you young people and puppy love. You want to help me in the kitchen? Alright then, come on, take off your coat and hang it over there - let's go wash the vegetables."
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"Dinner's ready, boys!"
Caelus sets down the casserole dish he just brought out from the clay stove onto the table and wipes his forehead. Aedes Elysiae's signature salads, a potato and cream stew, honeycakes, bread, and fruit preserves, Hieronymus and Phainon's perfectly crispy garlic roasted fish, and a whole jug of fresh, cold milk - what a feast! Just as Phainon promised.
Audata and Hieronymus took their seats across Phainon and Caelus. Phainon himself is busily carving the fish, carefully slicing and removing the tiny bones, lest someone choke on them. Caelus pours everyone a glass of milk, adding some sugar to his own.
"Son, you should try the stew. Our traveller beyond the sky was very diligent in helping me cut the onions and potatoes! You should be able to taste the care he's put into it." Audata moves the still-steaming bowl in front of Phainon, who immediately helps himself to a ginormous dollop onto his plate. "Really?! I haven't tasted anything that my partner has cooked before, and it looks so good!"
Caelus shakes his head firmly. "I did nothing but cut vegetables, pour in the cream and whatnot - the rest was all still your mother's hard work. Don't give me too much credit, ma'am..." His words fall on deaf ears as Phainon takes a hearty bite with sparkling eyes. "Oh, delicious! As expected of Mum and best-in-the-world partner~"
Hieronymus and Audata share a knowing look before starting their own plates. They strike up a leisurely conversation, Phainon chattering about his work in the fields throughout the day and the great surprise that was Caelus falling from the sky, while enjoying the spread of food before them.
Though he's actively participating, the cosy and warm atmosphere barely hushed the disquiet in Caelus. He sees hands that are not his own holding the fork and spoon, and tastes flavours he's never known with every bite.
He feels detached, a feeling that has been present ever since he crashed into Phainon's embrace, a stranger in his own body. It's almost like multiple drivers are in his mind, all on autopilot, struggling to keep his limbs in sync.
Soon, dinner comes to an end.
Phainon quickly carries the dishes to the sink, where Caelus is already waiting, ready to wash them. Their movements are smooth and synchronised, like they're already used to doing house chores together. Well, it's not quite a surprise, seeing how miraculously in tandem they are in battle; Caelus knows exactly when Phainon will swing the Dawnbreaker, and Phainon also can accurately grasp when Caelus is going to make a mad dash for the enemy. It should be a given that they work well together in the kitchen too.
The sink is then filled to the brim with bubbly suds, the grey-haired Trailblazer focusedly scrubbing the plates and bowls, making sure not a single grease stain is left. By his side, Phainon rinses off each utensil, patting them dry with a coarse towel. There are no words spoken between them; only a comfortable silence hovers.
As the pile of dirty dishes slowly disappears, however, Phainon gasps sharply and slaps a soapy hand to his forehead. "How could I forget...! Partner, you're staying over, but I haven't cleaned the guest's room! It's been so long since anybody visited, it's a mess..." He looks so devastated over it, Caelus can't help but laugh.
"No need for all that trouble, partner. I don't mind squeezing in with you, it's just for the night, you know."
The white-haired man's eyes widen. "S-sleep together?!" Phainon's voice rose in pitch, ending in a surprised squeak. Caelus tilts his head curiously. "What's wrong? Why is your face so red?" He takes a step closer, peering up at the farmer's flushed face.
"... Nothing, j-just caught off-guard..." The other shifts his gaze away from Caelus's inquiring gaze, a blush creeping from the back of his neck to the tips of his ears. "Uh... Well, sure, I can bring the extra bedding to my room instead."
Caelus shrugs. "I can sleep on the floor fine, though. Or rather, sorry for peeking, but from your memories, I can see that your bed is on the larger side, right? Just give me a blanket, we can share the bed." As he speaks, he realises that Phainon is hiding his face with his hands, heavily exhaling. "Did I say something wrong?"
"Partner... You're really so... Never mind... I'll prepare the bedding."
"Huh. Okay. Reminds me, I kinda need a shower, but I didn't bring any spare clothes. Can the Deliverer be so kind as to lend me a shirt and some soap?" Phainon is already halfway across the kitchen, fleeing under the pretext of cleaning up his bedroom, when Caelus casually tosses him the bombshell of a request.
"Arghhhhh-!"
The man skids to a stop and pauses before throwing his hands up into the air. "Phainon, what the hell - are you alright?!"
"My partner - in my shirt - smelling of my soap... Thank you, Kephale, Oronyx, and whichever Titan is listening!!"
"Uh, I'm Kephale, though."
"Thank you, partner!!!!!"
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Caelus steps out of the bathroom, hair wet and dripping. The soft flannel shirt Phainon lent him is at least two sizes bigger than his usual, so it hangs loosely off his thin frame, almost slipping off his shoulders. "Wow, I didn't realise that guy is so well-built..." He flaps his sleeves as he walks back to Phainon's room, imagining himself as one of the birds flying over Amphoreus's oceans.
Swish, swoosh, he opens the creaky wooden door, only to see Phainon (in hideously lurid green pyjamas) kneeling stiffly on the bed. "... What are you doing, partner?" Caelus crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow at the sight, before making his way through the room.
Phainon snaps his head up, revealing eyes as round as plates. Those blue eyes widen a little bit more as the man takes in the sight of Caelus, damp and absolutely dwarfed by his own clothes. One could almost see an excited, puffy ball of fur with a tail wagging at high speeds in his place. "Caelus - partner! Wow, you look so-," here, he pauses, obviously struggling to find an apt adjective, "- so cute! Adorable! Like a small animal!"
Caelus lightly swats his head. "We're over this. If you're comparing me to an animal, you can't just choose any animal! Someone big and strong like me... I'm a goat!" Phainon nods seriously, "Oh yes, yes, greatest of all time, g.o.a.t, goat, I got it. It's just, man, I can't actually believe you're sleeping over tonight..."
The grey-haired Trailblazer immediately dives into the mountain of blankets and pillows surrounding Phainon. "Dibs on this one, and this one!" He grabs a thick duvet and the largest pillow, obviously just brought in from airing; Caelus sniffs deeply at the crisp, clean scent of the sun.
Phainon huffs amusedly and rolls over to make space. "Take whatever you want, partner, but I just hope you don't kick me off the bed as we sleep tonight. Would you like me to sing you to sleep? Lady Hysilens said I do have a nice voice and should try performing at the next royal banquet."
Caelus perks in interest. "Really?! Can you sing me Robin's 'Hope is the Thing with Feathers' then? I remember March gifting you and the rest of the Chrysos Heirs with some of her stuff from Penacony, right?" Phainon immediately makes a horrified face. "That's too high-pitched for me! Lady Robin's songs are lovely, but I can't reach those notes... I can hum, though, if that's fine by you." He pats the bed, gesturing for Caelus to lie down on the inside, against the wall.
Soon, Caelus is safely wrapped like a burrito in his blanket, with Phainon, elbows propped up, lying by his side. "This is safer for you, partner, so you don't fall off. I've heard from Dan Heng stories of how you sleep... I vividly remember the face he made when he shared a picture of when March found you sleeping in a trash can in, what was it again, Belobog? Yeah, Jarilo-VI." Caelus huffs indignantly, muttering, "Hey! Trash cans are good and noble; it's one of the best places to sleep, okay- how dare they-," to which Phainon lets out a loud laugh.
"It's getting quite late now. Why don't we continue chatting tomorrow? Rise early, and we can get a glimpse of dawn from the jetty!" Phainon snuffs out the lights, plunging the room into silvery darkness, illuminated only by the moonlight streaming through the windows. Caelus turns his head to face the other; Phainon's blue eyes sparkled, reflecting the soft, gentle light.
The white-haired man begins to hum a song, an Amphorean lullaby Caelus doesn't recognise. Lilting and melodious, it lulls Caelus to sleep. Before long, his eyes flutter shut.
Good night, Phainon, may we have sweet dreams.
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Caelus's dreams were anything but sweet.
Again, vignettes of the cosmos play an endless reel, with him as the protagonist.
.-- .... --- / .- -- / .. ..--..
(Who am I?)
> 'I' scroll 'my' phone, look at the clock, and blink, suddenly a day has passed. The tea on the table is cold, and every tab on 'my' browser is something 'I' don't remember opening --- yet each one is something 'I' must have chosen. Why?
> 'You' write three, thirty, three hundred pages of dreams and promises into a yellowing notebook; 'you' try to remember the ink streaks staining 'your' hands after 'you' hid the book. Where are they now?
> 'I' inch forward slowly - a snail's pace - carrying the entire world on my back. Heavy, but manageable. Suddenly a shadow passes over 'me' - too large, too fast - and 'I' seem to have seen the end.
> 'You' laugh a little too loudly at someone's joke, but then 'you' look around the crowded cafeteria. Nobody was talking to 'you', as 'you' sat alone. The laugh hangs like steam, unnoticed, evaporating.
> 'I' walk into the pantry, opening the refrigerator, and see 'my' lunch labelled with 'my' name and today's date, written in a handwriting 'I' haven't used in decades.
> 'You' try to delete a duplicate file on 'your' computer ["me_final_FINAL"], then a pop-up appears. {You need administrator access!} - but 'you' don't remember the password.
> 'I' still hold the warmth of THEIR palms, the golden light glinting off 'me' - a passenger confirmation number, the timestamp of boarding, and an unreadable destination - but THEY toss 'me' away because THEY have forgotten who THEY were.
.-- .... -.-- / -.. --- / -.-- --- ..- / - .-. .- .. .-.. -... .-.. .- --.. . ..--..
(Why do you Trailblaze?)
>> CAELUS://DATA//Memories//*.core
>> ◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️://◼️◼️#^*&◼️◼️%S*#::Entity
memories = ["stellaron", "destruction", "preservation", "erudition", "harmony", "finality", "oblivion"]
trailblaze = ["astral express", "stellaron hunters", "jarilo-vi", "xianzhou luofu", "penacony", "amphoreus"]
remembrance = 0
MESSAGE = "To remember is to forget"
loop forever:
try:
memory = pop_random(memories)
step = trailblaze[remembrance % length(trailblaze)]
remembrance = remembrance + 1
print("◼️◼️◼️")
if random_chance(0.3): memories[remembrance % length(memories)] = "—"
except:
print("◼️◼️◼️")
remembrance = max(0, remembrance - 1)
finally:
log(MESSAGE)
sleep(0.1)
# END (there is no end)
... . . / -.-- --- ..- / - --- -- --- .-. .-. --- .--
(See you tomorrow)