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first episode prologue

His mind sank as heavily as a wet cotton. Ahma was dying, too.

The pills that swallowed more than the quantity showed their efficacy generously and caused me to die.

You can be comfortable.

At the end of my life, I think I laughed.

****

When I opened my eyes, it was dawn when the skimpy ball fell. I rubbed my stiff eyes and stood up.

The clear view was filled with old-fashioned furniture, and it was the appearance of the wealth in the spacious room.

“A dream?”

That was a very vivid lucid dream. I turned my gaze out the window. The red petals that had just begun to form caught my gaze from behind the window.

It is still dark in the dawn, but the red flower is only a shape, and the strange sight of it made me want to go out to the garden.

I came down from the bed and saw a thin Falda Lee who had not grown up.

I bent my head to look more closely, and the silver hair, which seemed to have the moonlight over my shoulder, flowed gently, and in my dream I was a child of an exotic country.

“I want to be comfortable.”

What the hell is this dream? Joe laughed and walked to the door, the door of the room huge enough to reach the end of two of these bodies.

But the door was very soft, even though it was only a little pushing, unlike the expectation that it would be heavy.

“No one’s here ... Ha long, it’s a dream.”

I mumbled small and headed for the place where the flowers were, and it took a long time to move my body because it was a dream.

But it was worth it to see, because the petals with beautiful silks made their eyes happy with their freshness.

The garden was so beautifully trimmed that it was not visible at a glance. The building I just came out of was strange.

I have never been to this palace or have not been interested in it, but it is such a sophisticated dream.

I felt lonely somehow. I would not have thought this extreme if I had been so beautiful outside my dream.

At the same time, I had a strange idea: I wonder if this dream is to give me regret for choosing death.

I took my face close to the red-blown flower, and I pressed it against it, because I was curious about the scent, knowing that it was a dream and I could not smell it.

Rose scent?

Strangely, something like roses was circling from the tip of his nose, and in the midst of a little confusion, he felt a little more popular in the garden.

I took a couple of steps back, startled, staring at the man who had emerged from under the arches of the flower bushes, and he was so tall that I had to look up for a long time to see the ulgu.

As soon as the sun began to rise, the garden, which was dark, was illuminated, and Jung Won, who started to fall down with blue light, clearly painted the man's features.

The man was a handsome man with a silver hair like this body, purple, or perhaps blue eyes. The languid crisis that was pouring out seemed like a full beast.

I was standing there, feeling that my eyes were coming to me, and I was not sure that it would hurt me.

“...Rosia?”

The man on one knee in front of me hesitated for a long time and reached for my cheek. It was a rough hand that seemed to cover all the faces, but the hand was very careful as touching a broken glass craft.

His expression was so fond that he could not find a word to say, and his vision was dark, as the man who had been stroking me for a long time opened his mouth to say something.

****

Two years have passed since the attempted suicide. But for me, the world was still a painful place.

If my friend who came to my house did not find me when I did not get a call, I would not have had to be more troubled.

'Why did you save my life when you couldn't take responsibility for it.'

My friend just cried at my thorny words. I didn't think I should die right away. So I've lived for another three years.

In the meantime, the depression has eaten me. In the past, deep darkness has laced to make the same choice as the past.

“Some say that if you jump into the Han River, you have to pay for the environment—”

Who would pay for it if I died? I thought about it for a moment, but it was none of my business.

I’m going to disappear today, and if there was one question for me standing in front of the railing, it was the strange dream I had before I woke up.

It was so vivid, so unforgettable, that I had never dreamed of it since, but it was as clear as it was yesterday in my memory.

I could not forget the strange eyes that seemed so sick, painful, and also happy.

The phone rang loudly, as if to wake me up. The caller was the friend who saved me. I thought I should say that I would like to get a word on the last way, live well.

“... Hello.”

Hey, where are you? Is he home? I told you I was going to buy chicken. Come on.

“Geep it.”

He felt strangely good, and again I was slow to answer what I felt in my voice, and the answer came a long time later.

...uh?

“Thank you for that ... You can blame me. Yeah, well, don’t blame me, because you did your best.”

- Now, wait! Where are you, now?! Hey! -

I hung up the phone unilaterally and climbed on the railing, and I felt a little better, and when I was with my friend, I felt as if I were walking in the dark and out of the dark.

But I was dark, like I could never touch the light, or walk with the light.

He fell into a deeper abyss. A cool wind blew.

****

“Oh, again—”

The place where I worked, my eyes squirming, was a room of courtesy. I wonder why I dreamed of this place again.

I stood up and looked at the legs of my arms, which were a little older than anything else.

The time was then and at dawn just before the sun rose, and there were beautiful red flowers as they were in the garden that I looked at.

No, maybe it was more colorful than it was then. The bright redness in the dark once again caught my eyes.

“That’s a dead flower, or something.”

I left the huge door, and the flower scent of a flower of blooms vibrated strongly in the garden where the insects were singing.

I felt refreshed, unlike the heavy sense of my body sinking, and I decided to stand still and smell the flowers and look at the deeper garden beyond the arch.

If you walk, you might find a three-thousand-like place, a place that can give you a complete rest, and you might have to find it to wake up in this dream. I walked with that thought.

“Oh.”

I looked down and saw that I was not wearing my shoes, and I was not aware of it at all, so I felt the sense of dirt scattered under my feet.

I'm sure it's okay. It's the afterlife.

I was just going to walk like this. Every step I took, cold grains of earth tickled my soles.

I walk for a long time, but I can not go to the wideness. I thought that I should give up looking for Samdocheon at the exit where only the kinds of flowers and trees that are decorated changed a little, but I should go back to where I was.

“Where did I come from?”

I don’t know if there are many roads. I was appalled when I thought I might wander through the old fabric.

I thought, “If you wander in the old world, what difference does it make? Like a bee for me to commit suicide?

The sun was rising. Apart from the light coming, I was overcome with depression. I felt like I was not getting better, so I sat down on the base of a nearby tree and buried my face between my knees.

fairy

The voice came from the ground, and when I looked at it, I saw a man standing there, half a teenager, looking strange.

He seemed quite ridiculous, as if he had not noticed what was said in my mouth.

It was a cold ulcer that looked very much like the silver-haired man I saw at the time, but the color of the hair was shining in a sun-like gold.

The Dead? I looked at the man’s teeth with a wia lair. I don’t think he’s dead.

So he was brought here too, too?

“A dream—”

A child who had been staring at me for a while mumbled small and pinched my cheek.

“It hurts...”

The child was looking at his cheek for a long time and harassing the back of his hand.

“Reality—reality.”

The child who looked into my face with a look of disbelief came to me with a couple of vain saliva.

His face was as expressionless as if he had been embarrassed, and the child, who had fallen to one knee like the previous man, gave me a disheveled head behind my ear and smiled faintly.

“Rosiane, you’re awake.”

It's Rossia. I heard it in my dream two years ago.

So this is not the underworld, but the extension of the dream? I can not understand the situation. I started to introduce myself with a trembling voice, trying to look at the child silently.

“I am your first brother, Nanuk de Esteria.”

The words that followed were passed over by Mo Jory. It was a name that was familiar with the invincible.

I did not know what this dream was unfolding in my head that I could not find imagination.

“First of all, I’m going to go to the King, and let’s go.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, pushing his hand at me. I stared up at the small but hard hand.

I wait a long time, my hand out. Liden Nanuk looked at my feet late and held me.

“My feet are a mess.”

It was as it was said: I didn’t know, and the blood was coming from the small, scratched soles, and Nanook was hand-drawn with the dust on the soles of his feet, as if it were not dirty.

What a strange dream. It felt as vivid as the warm Nank’s thermostat.

We walked without saying anything until this room called the lungs came out. Of course, I was only in the Nanuk, but anyway.

“I see the king of the Empire.”

The knight, who was guarding the door, which was twice as big as my door, bowed down.

Then the knight’s gaze turned to me, and his eyes turned wide, as if they were coming out.

“...!”

“Tell the King that Rosiane is awake.”

But it was quicker for the door to open than the knight to open his mouth.

“Rosiane?”

The man had opened the door and came out. I looked at him in surprise.

I saw him in my dream two years ago, and he took me from Nanuk’s arms with a look that was no different from that.

Soon the three of us were caught in the room of this man,

The congressman who ran looked around and said that there was no problem, and the faces of the two who seemed to be nervous seemed to loosen.

This looks like it.

“Roscia, do you understand your voice? I read a story book every day by your bedside.”

“I’m sorry,” the man said in a desperate voice. But I couldn’t understand the sound of her throat. I wasn’t her.

As he was still twitching his toes, the lawmaker who was standing in case he did not know opened his mouth.

“...Song, Your Majesty, the Queen is no different from a baby, and you may not understand.”

The man’s expression hardened at the senator’s remark, and he turned to me so fast that he was whining, and he pointed at my chest with a very serious, stern expression.

I was nervous and wondered what was going to come out of that mouth.

Then his mouth opened.

"Oh... Pa..."

“....”

“Now, follow me, oh, pah.”

“....”

“Roscia, call me Dad, will you?”

“....”

What is it..., this dream?