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| − | "There are things that shouldn't be seen." |
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| + | ''"There are some things people are not meant to see."'' |
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| − | Often said my late grandmother, and that was quite true. |
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| + | A line my now late grandmother used to say, and one that was quite true. |
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| − | I was drawn to the occult from childhood, and upon entering university, I learned the truth of those words by stepping many times into the edges of the netherworld. Ghosts — beings which no one can decisively determine whether they exist or not. The story that begins here revolves around stories brought forth by them. |
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| + | I had been interested in the occult since I was a brat, and upon entering university, I learned the truth of those words, stepping many times into the abyss of the spirit world. Ghosts — beings that are impossible for anyone to clearly define, whether they truly exist or not — and the legends that revolve them are at the center of this story. |
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| − | And this story, it can also be said to be the story of it and I. |
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| + | And this story can also be said to be the story of her and me. |
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| − | As its eyes glimmer in front of strangeness, as it breathes out words with a bedazzled expression, it warped the world that I always believed in. It made me anxious of whether the ground I stood on would shake. I would want to look over my shoulder just by listening, and I grew to fear whether someone were peeking from the dark shadow of the door. |
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| + | Her eyes glimmered facing mystery, and her words, uttered with an expression of ecstasy, always warped the world I believed in. The anxiety they built within me made me feel like the Earth would split apart. Simply listening would instill a fear that made me not want to look back, a fear as if someone were peeking at me from the shadows through a half-open door. |
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| − | Maybe it was because the words it spoke included truths about the other side. It included truths that only applied to the scant, grotesque, waning, dead ones. |
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| + | It was probably because the words she spoke included truths about the other side, truths so scant, grotesque, and twisted that only the dead could make use of them. |
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| − | Now, after it has disappeared, do I finally know that. |
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| + | Only now, after she is gone, do I finally understand that. |
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| − | As grandmother said, it was a world that I should not have seen. It was a story that was not for the living person. |
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| + | As my grandmother had said, it was definitely a world not meant to be seen. It was a story not meant to be known to the living. |
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| − | However. |
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| + | However— |
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| − | However, I intend to speak of that. |
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| − | I |
+ | However, I'm going to tell that story now. |
| + | I'm going to talk about it all from here. |
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| − | Because if I don't — it wouldn't be able to rest in peace. |
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| − | Because |
+ | Because if I don't — she won't be able to rest in peace. |
| + | Because she, having lived in the depths of darkness, and having struggled through darkness, won't be able to rest in peace. |
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| + | Yes — I'll say it only once more. |
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| + | From here onwards is a story that should not be known. |
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| − | Yes — I'll say it once more. |
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| − | From here on, is a story that shouldn't be known. |
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Latest revision as of 13:04, 22 March 2023
Prologue[edit]
"There are some things people are not meant to see."
A line my now late grandmother used to say, and one that was quite true.
I had been interested in the occult since I was a brat, and upon entering university, I learned the truth of those words, stepping many times into the abyss of the spirit world. Ghosts — beings that are impossible for anyone to clearly define, whether they truly exist or not — and the legends that revolve them are at the center of this story.
And this story can also be said to be the story of her and me.
Her eyes glimmered facing mystery, and her words, uttered with an expression of ecstasy, always warped the world I believed in. The anxiety they built within me made me feel like the Earth would split apart. Simply listening would instill a fear that made me not want to look back, a fear as if someone were peeking at me from the shadows through a half-open door.
It was probably because the words she spoke included truths about the other side, truths so scant, grotesque, and twisted that only the dead could make use of them.
Only now, after she is gone, do I finally understand that.
As my grandmother had said, it was definitely a world not meant to be seen. It was a story not meant to be known to the living.
However—
However, I'm going to tell that story now.
I'm going to talk about it all from here.
Because if I don't — she won't be able to rest in peace.
Because she, having lived in the depths of darkness, and having struggled through darkness, won't be able to rest in peace.
Yes — I'll say it only once more.
From here onwards is a story that should not be known.
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