BGM: Lovesick and in love in the dark (Hiroshi Kamiya) (Did you say this?) ）

Even if it happened suddenly, please listen to me.

Not.. I know it's a bit strange to say that, but other than that, I don't know how to describe the current state.

I'm probably dreaming.

That's right, if you exclude the possibility of being pulled into the illusion by someone with psychic abilities outside the specifications, then I am indeed dreaming.

Who am I? Well, a guy named "Magpie".

- Speaking in this way of speaking in the third person is contrived and looks like I'm stupid, but I subconsciously want to do it.

Maybe it's because I'm not a single pure magpie, maybe there's something else in it, or maybe I'm just a part of the magpie at the moment, a personality projection that arises outside of the magpie when I'm asleep... Who knows?

It's a "magpie" but it's a little different, at least when I speak with this bystander-like attitude, I'm in a state where I can't control myself.

It's like God's perspective, but you can still feel the cold and stiff touch.

If I were a character in a shonen manga, it would have to be a character scribbled with thick lines, stiff brushstrokes, and a thin and weak sense of unreality.

I, sitting.

Under the ass is a stool.

Under the stool are tiles.

Tiles are the tiles of the classroom.

The classroom is the classroom of the school.

School...

In such a peculiar situation, it suddenly occurred to me that the existence of the name "magpie" is inextricably linked with a place like "school".

There was only one stool in the classroom, and on the stool was the only one breathing.

I sat upright in my chair, shoulders slightly resting on the back of the chair, facing the blackboard in front of me, with the wall on my left and the window on my right, and it was pitch black outside the window, and the door was tightly closed.

Then I don't know when there was an extra line of words on the blackboard.

The white chalk handwriting looks crooked, and the ends of each stroke are long, as if the characters are covered with slow, slender spikes and thin rods.

- "Initially, what did you see?"

Cut.

To tell the truth, this kind of handwriting is really far worse than mine, but it is still full of twisted weirdness, I really don't know who wrote this line, but I feel sincerely sad for its primary school Chinese teacher.

So, why do I have this kind of thing in my dreams?

No, to put it more clearly, why is there something that even I don't know?

This.. Something outside of my will.

Besides, why should I answer you?

I barely got over the stiffness and powerlessness, manipulating my body, standing up, and striding towards the door.

I staggered a few steps, then stopped when I reached the door.

I glanced out the window at the darkness and instead of trying to open the door, I stood there and closed my eyes.

Intuitive?。。 No, I just know that this door won't open – until I hand in the answers.

There was no premonition of danger, but for some reason I didn't rush to open the door, it was undoubtedly a very unconstrained and uninteresting act, and there was no logical reason for success.

This classroom, this door, or this problem.

These things were simply uncaring things in my original sense, and I was just dreaming—as they should be.

But from now on, the problem is not so simple.

Based on the knowledge and understanding of the "magpie", the current situation is undoubtedly much more troublesome, and whether or not there is a consciousness outside of oneself here, it is better to follow the process for now.

Follow the "script" set by something first.

Simple and sensible choice.

When I opened my eyes, I felt a momentary tingling sensation when the fluorescent lamp shone on my eyes.

I almost walked over to the blackboard and picked up the white chalk with a rip on the top half of the blackboard slot.

When I looked up, a white line appeared behind the question, signaling me to write on it.

。。 It's clear that there wasn't it just now, well, this kind of detail is with him.

What I saw initially. Is it?

Reach out and slowly apply the upper part of the horizontal line to form a rectangular lump.

By the time I finished the last stroke, there was an extra line under the question.

- "Now, what do you want to see?"

"Kakaka-"

When the chalk collides with the blackboard, it makes a crisp sound, and I can't wait to write down the answer without thinking about it.

The kind of handwriting that is profound, and can be sold as a model of calligraphy.

"Suzune? Lily of the Valley"

- "What do you see in the future?"

The next question came as expected.

。。 Ha?

Raise your eyebrows.

Not what you want to see, but what you see?

A definite future? Or is it the kind I can observe?

Or do you want to answer as I hope, and use your own will to determine the new direction of the world?

Hey, hey, with your own desires, the will to cover the world with arrogant pathos or something. Is this something that a normal person can think of?

Habitually pinching the center of his eyebrows, the touch from his fingertips is very vague and slight, almost as if he does not exist.

"Kakaka-ka-"

Write casually, the handwriting is light.

"Everything"

I scribbled these two words and smiled.

Magpie smiled.

Why?

I'm writing this kind of thing in this strange place, answering such strange questions, and at the end of the day, it was weird to hit it from the beginning. Why am I sleeping?

Do I still need sleep now?

Even if it is not a perpetual motion machine, as a true transcendent being above mortal things, unless it is deliberate, the current magpie will no longer need to rest, both physically and mentally.

And when it really comes to having to rest and sleep, it may also be a situation where I am seriously injured.

Even if all of this is attributed to the so-called "foreign will", I am afraid that I will not even believe it.

Because.. This is undoubtedly his own dream, and although he can't completely control all of this, he can still feel that everything around him is a projection of his own consciousness.

Unreal, deviation, reversal, confusion. But, this is "yourself".

"Click"

The front door creaked, and it opened slowly and automatically without wind.

Forehead...

How.. What's going on?

That one.. I feel like my heart is beating so fast.

It's a strange feeling ...

My expression must be funny right now.

As that "magpie", it is really unreasonable to have such an expression.

Excitement, throbbing, unquenchable curiosity and a hint of fear.

How long has it been since I felt this way?

No, after all, have I really felt this way in the past? What is this? Where am I?

Magpie feels more connected to something — a bit of an inaccurate one.

The tables, chairs, blackboards, walls and other things behind him seem to be moving away from him quickly, although he can see it when he looks back, but this sense of alienation, this feeling of detachment from the heart to the body, from the depths of the spirit. You can't go wrong!

At the same time, everything in front of him is rapidly approaching him, and the connection is getting closer and closer.

The door frame – and the world behind the jamb – is calling out to itself, and the world behind it is like a part of the film that has already been screened, a fragment of the world that has ended, discarded.

Already.. I can't go back...

Magpie walked to the door.

Magpie walked out the door.

Magpie's eyes widened suddenly, and in front of him was a horizontal corridor, narrow and cramped, and somewhere in the corridor, something was watching him.

It's as if you're watching him.

It's as if you're being watched.

What a sense of familiarity this is... There is also a long-lost, shivering and exciting sense of fear.

Magpie's pupils contracted suddenly, and a ridiculous idea suddenly rose in his mind, and some specific scenarios emerged.

- In the corridor of unknown length, one door after another opened automatically, and one person after another came out of it.

They have the same looks, the same dress, the same behavior, the same movements, the same fears, the same excitement, the same smiles

They share a common name.

- "Magpie. ”