Category: Arc 2

R:”This one is coming to welcome us. Be presentable.” P:”…” The flesh… Ah… ? Here comes a guy covered with moss. R:”Can I release you?” P:”Yes.” R:”…” Breathing… Ah. Breathing is overrated. That person. Whatever it is. It comes to us. And it stays away to. I’ll get to him. He’s got moss clothes. And…

Wood. Sturdy wooden Walls. P:”There are gaps.” R:”A moment.” Assault? No Shots. No Explosions. Not a single dumb-ass. P:”What are we looking for?” R:”Watch.” P:”?” They are watching us. He’s still. They won’t attack. They won’t? R:”What do you see?” P:”Walls.” R:”…” P:”Wooden walls. They are not continuously dispatched.” Why do they erect them? R:”…”…

What was it in my Pocket? A Stone. The smallest stone. Almost a Pebble. Deep blue… With hints of green & purple. That’s what burned me? But it’s cold now. Why did it affect me? He looks at me. Worried or angry? With those eyes you can’t see. He doesn’t speak. I should enjoy that.…

P:”We didn’t come across anyone either. Except those who inhabit this place.” R:”We did not.” P:”And even then, we were not in danger. Apparently.” R:”What a chance.” P:”There’s something.” R:”Something?” P:”We say something when we don’t know what it is. And I don’t know what it is.” R:”Why bother speaking about something you know nothing…

Why does he look like this? P:”You didn’t answer.” R:”…” He pushes me against a tree. He doesn’t muffle me… He doesn’t move. P:”What else?” R:”Just a moment.” He must have heard something. With all the noises in here… P:”Why?” R:”Be patient.” P:”Must be a Bird.” R:”…” He removes his hands from me. P:”What are…