Editors: sleepchaser, con
I was currently lying in a what seemed to be a spacious casket.
It felt strange. I knew I lay on something, but I couldn’t feel it. It were as if a thin membrane covered my body, completely separating me from the outside. My eyelids lay heavy, and I couldn’t even lift a finger. Which led me to believe it was not yet time for me to rouse.
I remembered that I died.
Recalled the lovable little life that I left in my hometown.
What season was it now on that mountain? Was “Mi” worried because I did not return? It must be making a nest as usual, eagerly waiting for me. Just the thought of it made my chest hurt.
For a while, I enjoyed a happy dream, spending my days with “Mi.”
All of a sudden, something entered the casket.
It was a small creature. I couldn’t see what it looked like, and I couldn’t hear anything either. There was only a faint presence.
For a moment I thought it was my “Mi,” but if that were the case, then it shouldn’t have run away at the sight of me.
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My heart trembled at the soft sensation. It felt strange. It gave me the same comfort from burying my nose in the belly of “Mi.”
That small presence stayed beside me for a while. I had thought it would touch me again, but that hope was not realized.
Thereafter, I spent my time taking in that warm sensation nearby. My eyelids were still heavy, and there were no signs I would wake up anytime soon.
I once dreamt that “Mi” crawled around my body, tickling me. What a happy dream. I wanted to grab that soft body and swallow it whole. Why couldn’t I move my body yet? I wanted to hurry and wake up.
My “Mi” didn’t seem to be well. I could tell from its aura.
That warm sensation brushed against me again and again. Its helplessness was transmitted to me. I wanted to stroke its body with gentle hands, wanted to tell it that everything would be okay.
I was here. I would never let you be alone again―
And I woke up.
There was an ache in the pit of my stomach. I opened my eyes just a crack.
A pale light illuminated my surroundings.
I was in an unknown place. A narrow room with a low ceiling. I was lying on a bed.
Why was I here?
I didn’t remember, but I could feel my father’s intent. This must be his territory.
As my mind began to clear, I felt something on my right shoulder. Soft and warm. My expectation swelled as I slowly turned my head.
And it fell again. Before me wasn’t “Mi.”
But… What’s with this fragile creature? His face, hands and neck were only half the size of mine. The color of his hair, black as night, reminded me of “Mi,” though.
He clung to my arm, his forehead pressed against my shoulder. The way he looked curled up in a ball was pitiful as he held his chest tight in pain.
The fragile boy was weakening.
His breathing was shallow, cheeks red and covered in tears. As if he were suffering. If I left him like that, he might die.
Were there antipyretics in this place? I could roast an earthworm’s tail to prepare the medicine during the day, but…
Rather, in this moment, I wanted to share my physical strength. That’s right, I could do that.
“Don’t cry,” I told him. “I’ll make it better for you now.”
The boy’s tears stopped after I spoke, but as soon as I stroked his head, he fainted.
I managed to heal his emotional pain, but my chest felt like it was being gouged out instead.
Timid, I traced his small lips with my finger. They were a little rough, but unbelievably soft. If I bumped into his teeth when kissing him, they might even break.
In a slow and careful manner, I aligned my lips with his, pouring my life force into him. Though I knew how it was done, it was the first time I had done something like this. It was so pleasant that I didn’t want to stop.
The noise that had sounded in the quiet room did not seem like it came from an insect.
At the same time, there was a soft groan beneath me. I came to my senses and rushed to move off him, but only his eyelashes quivered and he remained unconscious.
Discouraged, I wiped his wet lips with the tips of my fingers. I also wiped away the tears that had spilled from the corners of his eyes. Little by little, his breathing calmed, and his complexion changed for the better. What a relief. Things appeared to have worked out.