[Gilbert Bedivere] The Past Part I

Being able to recall the past life

Is it truly a divine blessing or a curse...?

I had a dream.

I had a dream again.

I had been dreaming about my past, and as time passed, the blurry images of my past became clearer.

Whether it was a conversation, a smile, eyes, or laughter.

The joy of being together.

Sadness of loss.

A heartbreaking mistake

Every image was as clear as if it had happened just yesterday, but when I awoke, it was like a ruined reflection in the water, with no shadow left to grope for any fragments of the past.

The only thing left in my heart could be some precipitated sediment...

During the drowsiness, it seemed as if I frequently forgot my present self.

I stepped out of bed instinctively, believing that as soon as I opened this door, I would meet the stairway leading down to the kitchen—

That was just a picture of the past.