Helps with naught but going mad,
Shows the folly we have lived,
Calling to mind something sad,
Nothing but a pointless gift.
Would we not but be awake,
Thinking, living, breathing souls?
Have we gone back to the lake
Filled with memories, ancient ghouls?
But truth be told, why fiction? and why those of our choosing?
Do you really think watching tragedies unfold fulfill our soul? or witnessing murder grant us happiness?
The potential.
The possibility of happiness.
Unadulterated joy.
A window where we watch across worlds, the wanton indulgence in witnessing fantasies animate.
Partially reflective, baring our heart to our eyes alone.
A personal exposure. Seeing what moves us, what truly echoes in our depths.
Do we see ourselves in those dancing motes?
Do we wonder for what we could have done in that delusion?
Do we want to see those fake entities revel in delight?
Why?
For fantasy itself.
For fantasy, too enjoys watching us.
物語は永遠に続く。 The story goes on forever,
か細い指を一頁目に戻すように As if returning a thin finger back to the first page,
あるいは二巻目を手に取るように。 As if putting a hand to the second volume,
その読み手が、現実を拒み続けるかぎり。So long as the reader continues to deny reality.
永久機関 - 少女帝国 Queen's Glass Game.
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