Long Monologue Thing
Due to its cinematic nature, I've had to take a lot of screenshots over here. Don't worry, the rest of the LP will hopefully be tamer in terms of the number of screenshots.
Those eyes are always watching me
The stare pierces through the thick dark rain clouds
It pours down on me like rain
--Don't look at me
My body won't stop trembling
But it's more the cold rubble I'm sitting on than the chill of the rain
Damn it's cold......
An anonymous gaze from the heavens pierces me.
As if to escape it, I raise my head a tiny bit and survey my surroundings.
No one is here. No one is moving.
No one is alive.
All I can hear is the sound of the continually falling rain.
If things continue this way everything--
both alive and dead--
I wonder if it will be gently enveloped and washed away.
It would be nice if all that happened turned out to be just a delusion, but it seems that isn't the case--
The action is involuntary. I don't want to shake like this.
If I can't move it freely, then it isn't my body.
Or maybe, I wasn't born free. No one knows a place where the soul is kept.
So despite that, how can anyone say for sure that my soul is inside my body?
But--
In that case, where could I have been before?
I wonder if I'm here now?
Maybe I'm nowhere?
The sole existence floats out of the midst of nothingness.
--Who are you?
The reason your skin appears so pale--
Is it because you're frozen from the coldness of the rain?
Or because you're already dead?
But she isn't trembling.
And those eyes that are almost hidden by her bangs--
--Don't look at me.
If--
She and I are the only ones in the world.
If we continue gazing solely at each other like this for the rest of eternity--
Would my world be reduced to that which is reflected in her eyes?
Would her world be reduced to that which is reflected in mine?
I am what's reflected in her eyes.
She is what's reflected in mine.
When I think about it that way, the world instantly becomes much smaller.
"Ne~?"
She hangs her head--
She spreads her hands out on both sides--
It's like she is trying to take off, taking aim above the clouds.
Or maybe it's an attempt to catch everything the rain brings with it.
"Delusion..."
With the way she hangs her head, there's no way I can assess her expression from my position.
Beyond the thin film of rain, what kind of face are you making?
"I'll kill you."
--An angel?
Are those wildly dancing feathers of light blessing me, or else...?
Ah... I see. I understand.
She'll use "that" to do me the favor of killing me.
She slowly drops to her knees before my collapsed form.
Even now, her head hangs down.
She softly reaches to embrace my head.
Relieved by the fact that she isn't looking at me, I simply surrender my body to her.
A whisper near my ear.
A lovely noise.
But I can't hear it very well
A warm, soft, tender, sweet sensation.
It's much like anesthesia--
And mysteriously, my trembling gradually starts to lessen.
Her faint breaths tickle my cheek.
A very sweet scent.
I abruptly a pressure against my chest.
The great sword she carries is tearing the skin of my chest, boring into my flesh, threading through my bones, and steadily sinking its way into my body.
Yet, numbed by the anesthesia of the kiss, I no longer feel any pain.
Because you kill me like this, so gently--
I unexpectedly become anguished.
I'm on the verge of crying.
To keep her from noticing, I look past her head up at the dark gray sky that keeps on dropping rain on us.
I no longer sense that gaze.
There's no longer anything out there.
As my consciousness dims--
I stretch out my hand towards the sky--
Somebody tell me--
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And so, wilkommen to my LP of Chaos;Head. All of my comments will be in italics and oh-so-ripoffingly be preceded by some sort of smiley, so that you guys don't get mixed up. Next up is Chapter 1, which will hopefully be far more interesting than the above monologue, since we get to encounter our first delusional trigger! Please await!
