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"This is a kind girl."
"Nobody would love you."
"You can't do a single thing correctly."
"I'm sorry I never could understand you."
"Today I turn 300 years old."
"Poor thing."
"3.5."
"You always make mistakes."
"Humans."
"It's strange, but I envy my former self."
"We don't do this for you. We do it for ourselves."
"Who is that?"
"Adorable."
"I trust you."
"No, I won't be perfect for you, but for me, I'm more than fine."
"It's a pity."
"I've let it go."
"I'm glad I met you."
"It seems you have the power to retain your memories, although you don't preserve all the details, but some of them."
"But you should stop wandering on the surface like you've been doing until now, do you understand me?"
"I hope you can bring joy to someone's heart."
As if it were just a matter of willpower, your tired eyes, worn out from different nightmares, open casually.
The aquamarine blue glow that crosses the space leaves you amazed by the discovery.
Then, you remember with your languid eyes, blinking to keep them awake, the nightmares are facts, facts that you should already know didn't matter in the end or if they did, you probably fulfilled them without anyone missing you by their side.
Facts that change, like you did.
Fragments of you that drift into space.
Like that white glow that calmed you in moments of this devastated wasteland, forming a huge sphere of white light just when you needed it most, not to see again someone you cared about shattered into pieces, metaphorical and literal.
That allowed you to dream, who allowed you to see staying for yourself, instead of just listening to a fleeting thank you without feeling truly pleased.
"It scares me..."
As if sleeping for over 100,000 years hadn't achieved it.
You close your eyes again and sink into what would be your nothingness.
Feeling, having your limbs back and the air caressing your face.
Sometimes you wish you could change all the bad decisions you've made, but at other times, you just want to stop thinking about those ideas and just keep walking.
Because like in your dreams, although you know a lot and should be grateful for your present, for what you saw in that shooting star... How does it know that something called a shooting star exists? Maybe it should have recorded it in its encyclopedia...
However, your mere existence brings you joy.
In many cases, you see that what you have is the best thing you can love.
Your longings and desires are not the same in the end.
When you understand that their love may not be as sincere as the one now.
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You sense hearing a song.
Afterward, you don't hear any laments.
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You feel a warmth in the shape of fingers that don't melt you.
You kneel down and grab a liquid blue fragment like your skin, beneath that false clear dust. Smiling at that shadow that would no longer be Antarcticite, nor Cinnabar, nor even Cairngorm.
Another déjà vu that you don't know where it comes from.
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You're playing with your appearance.
You say you're beautiful, despite not having a crystalline reflection to see yourself.
There's a body in front of you, mimicking lifting its arm backward and moving it with a jerk because it wants to.
Despite it being just a blue body darker than yours, giving the impression of the depths of an ocean at night, cut off only up to its neck, and even the cut is irregular.
It would be scary, a gemstone body without a head, if you hadn't seen it many times before, changing a breath to the overwhelming navigating phrases that arrive when you're alone.
"It's so transparent, don't you think?"
You look up, it's another voice you're trying to locate between closing your eyes to see where it comes from.
The body just moves, mimicking accepting those words.
For some reason, you puff out your cheeks, unsure whether to give it the benefit of its happiness or not.
A forgotten tone from someone you never met in school echoed from that body clapping its hands.
As if your head weighed more than you could initially, you fall to the ground exhausted.
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Sometimes when you're overwhelmed alone, you feel someone wrapping their arms around you. Out of the corner of your eye, their warmth is white, and when you turn around, it disappears.
But the sun intensifies, as if saying everything is fine now, and you lie down on the ground, camouflaging yourself with the green grass.
It's spring.
You finally let go of winter.
You see the white illuminated circle that you know belongs to someone, due to its warmth when embracing you.
And you hum, a story that sounds like someone external to your own voice, telling me everything you've lived through with a gentleness deeper than centuries, previous decades, and following in its kindness.
"He one writes, you read, I sing, and he dances..."
You smile, touching your own broken fragments, but without worries.
Your light limbs relax even more and you want to just thank that little voice back.
You wonder if you've already disappeared into multiple shooting stars.
The answer is that, after all that time with your eyes closed, you still are the kind little sister among your friends, your brothers, and before the Sensei.
You want to speak again so that someone somewhere can hear you.
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"No, it's okay, I can feel you, and I like how things are now."
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The dirt, every trace of you disappeared from what used to be the surface.
What surface? You don't know, but what you do know is the smell of the earth soaked by rain.
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You haven't moved in a while, but next to a shadow, with its own smile, knowingly, and not knowing since when it was by your side; it says it will do whatever it takes to find each other again.
A touch on your hair, it says it would have loved to have known us better, and that there's nothing wrong with being different.
And maybe, finally, you'll have the opportunity to be yourself, while elsewhere, another song is being finished.
"The flowers of dawn will meet the nocturnal sea, the buried gold, your universal soulmate will help, and well, not for nothing, the one who will be by your side with black vinyl patterns on her coffee-colored lines says she always found you pleasant."
After saying goodbye in a faint, feeling strongly that she was smiling lovingly and calculatingly, even being just a shadow without a face.
You watch her sleep peacefully until she disappears.
Sleep is more prominent, unlike your decades-long insomnia.
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You hear tones you haven't heard anywhere.
Are they words?
What are they?
You don't have the energy to even try.
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"I wished everyone would love me, and I sought too much to know everything, when I already had it all."
"But I never tried to discover what I truly wanted."
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"It can't be, it worked!"
"I told you, Doctor, your girl was right."
"We need to demonstrate it to others, this discovery is excellent."
More blah blah blah, which, as surprising as it is, isn't as surprising as being trapped in a glass tank filled with cold liquid.
Panic takes over until you look around, scaring your mind, seeing a bunch of graphs and drawings of yours.
Then, you focus on your hands. It's not gold.
It's something gray and hard with thick threads, they have different colors intertwined, and in other movements to see your legs, which aren't like you remember them, it's as if you're connected to something bigger by a main thread.
You feel like you're going to break from the information.
When you finally look at the... Humans? Lunarians? Whatever is in front of you? Seeing what you're doing.
For some reason, you want to believe they'll immerse you again in extreme exhaustion and absolutely sleep.
Although they don't seem like Lunarians, they're definitely different from everything you have in your scrambled head. There are people who seem to have many more mouths, and others, like the sender of small yellow butterflies, but larger, watching you tetrifyingly with their exposed eyes and wings on their back.
Do others have more limbs? At least they don't have weapons? ...And? A new one seems to approach with paper and pencil in hand, having the same material as you on their arms and chest?
"Waa..." I don't know if my impression was a scream of terror or quickly searching for a weakness to escape this trapped place.
"Incredible, its structure definitely doesn't affect it in water when breathing." It scribbles on that white paper. "I think it's incredible that it really lived for so long despite its material." That thing smiles at you, with ecstasy and happiness.
"I hope you like this world in the continuum, because you're going to be proud of it!"
More... Gems, Lunarians? came to see her, but Phosphophyllite, in the best of cases, and from what little she knew, only fulfills a small purpose now.
"You must act carefully when discovering the truth."
But when she steps into reality and meets more... People, as they're called, her world changes so much that the same people told her that if she wants, they could assemble her body just like she described in her gemstone structure, without any problem, because you're someone lovely by nature and should feel just like they brought you into the world.
It is a land, a land of precious flowers from the center its seeds being small gems of multiple colors but of the same structure, with architectures of stone, marble and metal that don't even resemble his home or the only thing he remembers of his living, but not as empty as on the moon either.... Wait, how could he know anything about the moon but that there is only moonlight at night?
However, he has also noticed the structure of other beings that are not bright walking among themselves, no surprises or disagreements, all are happy with their lives being their forms of a structure based on rocks and others simply helping others.
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"Thus, our older sister told us about the first world, which is our choice, whether we belong to flesh, soul, or bones."
"Humans existed, and should we earn their hatred because a machine was denied a voice and left behind in their thought of mere ego? We can't change the past, but we can learn from it and make our own interpretation of gratitude!"
"So, if you're kind and speak to me with gentleness, I have nothing to complain about."
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For phos, hearing the story of this world over and over again, had felt like breaking down 10, 100 and 1,000 times. But each one that brought her back from an inert nap as she felt padparadscha in her box, they explained to her with a calmness she had not seen in her home from such a simple understanding to something of a magnitude of immensity, that made her insomnia exhausting.
Why in everything she must learn whether good or bad. She is filled with déjà vu's of completed memories even though she has lost 70 percent of her original body, which magnifies her being of fleeting but beautiful and melancholic perspectives.
She is no longer crying for another shooting star that she observes, because her gold was removed from her body a long time ago.
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"Oh, you'd be surprised when we lived, we rocks, I'm Pebble! And I still think you remind me so much of my older sister, as well as the youngest of us."
"I thought that didn't matter..."
"Well, I suppose you say that because of other people who aren't us," it says almost like a crunch, but nothing threatening. "But don't worry, they were the ones who advanced more than us, but they didn't dislike our existence even when we gave it a name here. I wonder what Pitapat would say about you. My older sister got along very well with him because he gave her answers we couldn't... And our younger sister was the last one to say goodbye to him, because without knowing it, he told us he found peace."
"So, is everything true?"
"Oh, yes, but I like to talk and sing, but if you carry me, I could show you something that might cheer you up."
Phos couldn't believe that such a round rock could move so slowly or that it hadn't changed despite finding beings here that made her alert and amazed in both ways, but being one of the ancient ones here who aren't so busy in this society. She decides to carry it in her arms, which aren't mint-colored, but she's tried to feel like they're hers since she woke up.
"Hey Phos, are you so happy that you wanted to fade away and disappear?"
Phos blinks at the question and has a smile that doesn't know how it would look if someone saw it, sad or fake.
"Maybe, I don't know, if I think about it too much, I feel like I'll explode."
"Oh, well, there's nothing wrong with that, everything is an emotion, and if you leave, you couldn't move anyone."
"...For a long time, I've felt like I'm not doing it..." She doesn't even know why she said that out loud.
"Mmm? Then you should see what you have now! Because the world is so wonderful that you could find your own happiness accompanied. Besides, I'm very proud that you've made it to where we are!"
Phos only managed to laugh a little nervously until they arrived at the place where Pebble said she could cheer up.
She never thought she'd see her color in many flowers within the shape of phosphophyllite gemstone droplets, a possibility in her structure.
It makes her want to cry, but it also makes her remember Chord Shore and, in turn, remember the grass where she was born and just feel the sunlight.
"Do you want to lie down in the center and sing? I could give you another kind perspective."
"You know, Pebble, I don't know how to feel yet... I've lost so much and failed so much... I feel like this isn't a completed job yet."
However, she puts Pebble on the ground, and just like she was told, they lay down next to each other, close and connected.
"Well, here, we don't know what a job is, but there are people who, with their qualities and what they like, created wonderful things."
Phos almost feels like she's breaking from shame and, at the same time, annoyance, making a pout at that response with a loud sound of her voice.
But now that she remembers, she never talked that much with Alexandrite, Red Beryl, and Obsidian, until Ghost Quartz had to have her obsession when she stayed in the library before everything collapsed, and that was the correct answer all this time...
"I've had so much to apologize for..."
Despite having heard the story and needing to understand that the older sister of this world is her own part that made it, it's...
Now she just wants to get the power to disappear.
"But at the same time, thank them..."
Pebble, after making nonsensical sounds, managed to find a rhythm and began.
"Distant night, ancestral light..."
She, not knowing what to do, took the paper to make nonsensical noises to relax her mind while following the rhythm the rock was leading, while looking at the sky.
"Its splendor fragmented from the stellar womb."
Then she took the position in which she used to take a nap, but without stopping listening and doing her part.
"It rains on all the impartial shards."
Phos wanted to repeat with him, and so they lasted a good time, adding more words or repeating each other.
"I hope your happiness lasts forever."
Phos has to learn what happiness means and let go of the promises she couldn't fulfill towards herself. However, hearing those words from Pebble made her smile brighter, even though she's looking at stars in the night sky of something that could be dead.
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Phos looks at herself in a water reflection, her gaze is no longer so rounded, but as she looks and smiles without burdens. She notices that more friends are admiring her beauty.
"Yes, you're looking lovely," said the spinning stone, after a proud dance.
Phos had regained her longer hair after accepting the courage to continue.
"Hey, I'd like to do that," said the one who could leave writing marks on the earth, as Phos makes many expressions, touching her cheeks and not breaking with her mint-colored hands.
"You even shine around you, you're just as incredible!" says the last one, who is the second smallest stone, but from his tone of voice, it's clear he's the wisest, as he sees the new gems growing around Phos, who has her body and legs the same color.
Her changes are still going on inside her head, and she needs to learn what she can do in the infinity of possibilities to have peace. But now she has a new opportunity called life, to leave everything behind that won't come back, so much so that she exposes her mint-colored skin in her radiance. While her half-blind sight will be able to see the realities of the outside world of others.
"It's time... Let's make that encyclopedia."
Thus, a yes was heard among her new brothers, taking the first step that could let wonder in.