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the grass felt gray. sky was somewhere in between green and bright, blinding white. everything was against wato witnessing the world he was surrounded by. the lower floors of the towers were almost destroyed by endermen. he has spent too much time here, surely more, than a hundred days.
wato didn't like leaving spawn, because it would mean that endermen will appear in places he doesn't want to be destroyed. they could affect the trees. they've already disfigured the very first building in this world. the dearest one, the most human one. it was the most important evidence of his friend's existence. what was the friend's name? kenadian? was he actually from kenada though....
wato couldn't remember the right colours of kenadian's ears and eyes. the image began to fade after he met wifies. what a weird experience it was.
wato didn't want to bring up wifies, even in his internal monologue. he knew they still can meet up elsewhere, when he escapes this hell of a minecraft world. it was possible. unlike meeting ken. wato was unsure if ken even still played on this world.
every walk here felt like doing absolutely nothing. almost like floating, it was so usual that wato just ignored his own steps, while heading from one tower to another. he didn't even pay attention.
the sky still helped ignoring. it shuts everyone who looks upon it. every single thought is nothing, compared to what the sky makes you imagine, and what the grass has to offer. they both provided the silence.
wato ended up staying on the top of the highest tower, still mumbling something about endermen destroying the dirt builds.
he sat down, making himself comfortable. his tail covered his thigh, as he sat, swinging his feet above the improvised city. it was a little windy here.
he remembered how Ken's ears always leaned back while being outside, just not to let the wind tickle them. "funny enough" wato thought.
"now get back here, I haven't seen you in a while" he asked the...who exactly was he talking to?
he tried to imagine kenadian, sitting just to his right. speaking in his high pitched voice, unable to pronounce...?? no, it wasn't like that! he had... what voice did he have?
"please just say something" wato asked the void above him. "something stupid. or not. I don't care, I just want to get his voice back in my memory, I know it is all fake." he pleaded, feeling himself weakening.
"screw that." he raised his voice to sound rough. no, wato, this world doesn't judge you. it's not even sentient, you didn't have to be mean here.
"I don't miss you, Ken." the wind bursted, wato's blazer felt firm against his skin. almost like a human touch would have felt like.