“I miss her..”
A faint memory echoes within her head.
“It was so long ago..”
She closes the windows of her mind, and drifts to deep sleep..

Memories slowly begin to drip out from the back of her subconscious.
Fake sceneries paint a masterpiece of emotions,
as each destination passes through the windowsill..

She dreams of a train ride, following a line of tracks to lead out to sea.
A dreamscape that illustrates the very being of her thoughts.
Each scenery, while fake, expresses a point in time which was once very real.
Real enough for her to cling to.. Yet not enough to seal the hole in her heart.

From the highest peak of Mt.Fuji, to the densest jungles around the globe,
each window presented a glimpse into the world of which she used to know.
Some beautiful, others nightmarish.. Yet none seem to break her composure.
In each one of these sceneries, though wildly different, they all share one similarity.
A faint image of what seems to be a young maiden in purple.

She has not seen this individual for what it seems to be as long as she can remember..
The face in every depiction is blurry, unfocused, and illegible.
Yet despite this, she spends her time admiring each faceless ghost with an endearing smile.

A smile only a loved one can offer.


Arriving at her destination, she unboards the train.
Setting foot inside the crystal clear, yet shallow water.. She observes a never-ending aqua-marine scenery. The emptiness seems to stretch on forever, only broken in composition by the train tracks that stretch even beyond itself in both directions.

“So much blue..”

She takes a step, and another, and another..
Until she steadies herself against the waves beneath her feet..
The wind caresses her body, while snatching her hat away along with the breeze.
Startled, she begins to turn her body..
unbeknownst to her that a figure has already retrieved her head-piece.
“I believe this is yours..”

Frozen, as if struck with pure awe, no words of appreciation could escape her mouth..

Clutching her hat, a single lace-decorated hand is offering back her only belonging.

Yet she cannot grasp it.

The hand is accompanied by an elegant woman of tall statue, with only good intentions.

What she wants is right there, and she still cannot bring herself to grasp it.

To simply reach out towards something that she has held dear in her memories for so long..

Yet she cannot grasp it. No matter how hard she tried, as the figure in front of her was not truly there.

A face she cannot see. A gesture she cannot return. A smile she cannot embrace.

The sea beneath their feet begins to swirl and contort, becoming something much darker.. much deeper..

“Wai-”

Before she is able to finally speak the words that beat against her heart..
The world beneath ate her. Swallowing her into its deepest currents.
Helplessly beneath the surface, the warmth she felt from above grows only more distant as she falls further into the void.. Until the tracks and figure from above are no more than shadows of a mere memory..

“I’m sorry.. I.. I can never go back. No matter how much she wants to. I have to push and lock these feelings deep within me, until I am able to face you once more..”

“Until I can find the right words.. to describe just how sorry I am to you.”

Deeper and deeper, she falls into the gap.. Until a new morning arises along the horizon of a world without a sea..