Look at you. Curious aren't we? At least that is what I myself believe.
No, I am not the one messing up this little narrative and story by that Scribe of Concealed Stories—Oh I must apologise, this is what she would call an info dump I assume.
Who am I?
Look around you, look at your hands, they aren't yours aren't they? Of course, they aren't, as they are the hands of Satoya Murayama.
Oh I must apologize once again, I have neglected your question.
Who am I?
Simple. I am that red star in the sky. Who is temporarily.. What would she call it? "Editing" this Chapter. Heh, I am not an author, so why should I know? I'm not the one writing so many versions of the same story to eradicate that Reigning Basis of the world.
Again.
I am a Red Star, a Sanguine Light so depraved from the most abundant ocean of blood, that I crave so endlessly for it. Yet, I am hoping my favorite character that Scribe wrote to recreate something as blood if not bloodier than the 8th Disaster. Well, I perhaps did enjoy the 6th Disaster as well, heh, Takeru massacring everyone in the 3rd Capital's Grand Silver Navy was quite the show. But nothing is as bloody and glorious as the Three Hundred Sinner Party.
Look at this Sanguine Light, intervening in a chapter by directly infecting how I write. Pathetic scum of an Ancient Crucible, must I reinforce the Law of Iridescent Constraint any further? Aside, this is WAY too early and ruins the entire FUCKING plotline.
Yet. Why should I care.. There's already an Ancient Crucible of Reigning Basis status who reincarnated into a human, but I guess I can't necessarily do anything to a fellow Reigning Basis, well.. Time to continue writing.
Nothingness. But, that same nothingness was pierced by the voice of a little girl laughing happily.
"Tell me more Big Sis!"
Big.. Sis?
Satoya's eyes opened immediately. Only to meet a descending sun on the horizon. It smelled quite nice, the scent of flowers and the sounds of an ocean rushing against the shoreline.
He looked to his side, and saw a little girl in a grey patient gown sitting beside him, swaying her legs on a bench. Her face was blurry, but this blur was more refined and somewhat vivid.
Satoya could only tell that the girl's eyes were amber.
"Hm?? Hey Big Sis, are you alright? Don't tell me you are sleepy, you said sleep is good!"
"Oh, sorry, Big Sis is just super busy and can't sleep that much."
I didn't say that though… I feel like I'm merely an observer for this…
Satoya thought, as he began to notice, that this must've been in the past.. How long ago was it? He didn't know.
Wait.. She's Suya!
Satoya snapped in realization, however even if he realized, he can't do anything.
"Big Sis! Can you tell me that story? Of that bunny and the dove?"
Bunny and dove? Could she be referring to that children's tale?
"Of course!" Satoya said. However he wasn't the one to speak, even if his voice was used to say it. He again knew this was likely a dream, maybe a dream that was real.
"So, there was a time, in the—"
"I wanna hear the part where… Where the bunny and the dove like, like uhmm.."
A couple minutes passed.
"Thats when the dove, grabbed the sick baby bunny, and flew, not to run, but to chase the warm sunset the baby bunny always wanted to look and feel…"
"Hehe, I like that part, because everytime you tell me it, you look happy too!"
Satoya suddenly got up, and turned to Suya. He held his hand out as she grabbed it gently.
"It's getting late, let's go back inside!"
"Okay Big Sis!"
As they walked side by side along the pathway. Eventually making it to a puddle of water.
Suya jumped over the puddle playfully, chuckling happily.
Aa Satoya approached the puddle.
He noticed something about his reflection.
It wasn't him but Yurina, the Yurina he saw in the reflection was smiling, even if her eyes were near lifeless in stress and anxiety.