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==Prologue==
==Prologue==


"There are some things people are not meant to see."
''"There are some things people are not meant to see."''


A line my now late grandmother used to say, and it was quite true.
A line my now late grandmother used to say, and one that was quite true.


I've been interested in the occult from about since I was a brat, and upon entering university, I learned the truth of those words by stepping many times into the depths of the spirit world. Ghosts — Beings that are impossible for anyone to decisively determine whether they truly exist. The story that begins here revolves around stories brought forth by them.
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 that person and I.
And this story can also be said to be the story of her and me.


As their eyes glimmered in front of mystery, as they breathed out words with an entranced expression, they warped the world I had always believed in. They made me anxious about whether the ground I stood on would shake. I would want to look over my shoulder just by listening to them, and I grew to fear if someone was peeking from the dark crevices of the door.
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.


Maybe it was because the words they spoke included truths about the other side. It included truths that only applied to the scant, grotesque, waning, dead ones.
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.


Now, after that person is gone, do I finally know that.
Only now, after she is gone, do I finally understand that.


As grandmother said, it was a world that I was not meant to see. It was a story that was not for a living person.
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—


However, from here onwards, I'm going to talk about it.
However, I'm going to tell that story now.
 
I'm going to talk about it all, right here.
 
Because if I don't — they wouldn't be able to rest in peace.
 
Because they, having lived in the depths of darkness, having struggled through the threshold of darkness, would not be able to rest in peace.


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.
Yes — I'll say it only once more.


From here onwards, is a story that shouldn't be known.
From here onwards is a story that should not be known.


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Latest revision as of 11:04, 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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