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we scream because we know why the caged bird sings
There used to be this woman who lived somewhere. I don't really care to remember where right now. She was obsessed with all these... esoteric ideas that she had.
One day, she was just gone. Gone! Just like that! All that was left was the things she was working on, but her crystals were so incoherent that all they contained was a big headache. She left some writings, too, but the nouns she used are so abstract it's hard to even break down their composition.
I think at some point there must have been an effort to decypher all of it.
I don't know what became of it.
I once met a girl who was incredibly depressed. One day, though, she changed out of nowhere. She was lively and joyful, for the first time! Or, at least, I think it must've been the first time.
Then I stopped seeing her. I heard that these two kids at school know where she is, but I haven't really bothered asking them yet.
... Something about an investigation?
I don't know what became of her.
I had a friend back before my unwish. I don't remember its name.
It was... well, it was a little strange, but I was really close to it, so, when our home was attacked, it was really the only thing in my mind.
... Maybe it is still alive inside of that world?
I wonder what became of it.
I once met this man in an old falling town. He said she came from outside the rooms. He was obsessed with the magics of this world, and at some point, he got obsessed with the wrong things... the wrong knowledge... it cost him the love of his life.
Trying to save her life, he fell into his own creation, and all that was left was a room devoid of aura.
... the windows were broken?
I don't know what became of him.