I close my eyes, frowning.
Ronin pulls both of us
away from the mirror.
He coos, “Open your eyes.
It’s over now.”
I open my eyes and pout;
this feeling of dread is
intense, and my body
reeks.
It smells of dead
flesh.
Ronin doesn’t smell
that way, though, and
surprisingly, he looks
calm about everything.
“Is this place really,
Beladim?” I asks,
slowly calming down.
“It is. I made sure this
dimension was able
to form and stay in-
tact permanently for
all of us.”
“Who’s ‘all of us?”
“You sure do ask
many questions yet
I guess it’s only natural.”
I roll my eyes at Ronin’s
rude choice of words.
I stare out the window,
pulling aside the white
sheer cloth.
The sky reminds me
of that day.
I do recall luring Tsukino
to a false death
while casting the slight
illusion of the ground
reflecting the sky.
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