Bonus Scene: Raze Finds a Space No One Gave Him — And Makes It His
Reincarnated as a Background Character — Boss Fell in Love With Me
Bonus Scene: Raze Finds a Space No One Gave Him — And Makes It His
The others had discovered their niches, their places in the intricate tapestry of life.
Velzeria had nestled into her exquisite sanctuary of silence, where she found solace in the absence of sound, a refuge that allowed her thoughts to dance freely amidst the quietude.
Iris, ever the vibrant spirit, had her canvas laid out before her—an expansive surface that eagerly awaited the splash of colors and the birth of new ideas. Each stroke of her brush breathed life into a world she created, a reflection of her wild imagination and relentless passion.
Then there was Raze.
Well, Raze had always been the overlooked figure in the background, the steady yet unassuming support that others scarcely recognized. He was a helper, always ready to lend a hand, to be the reliable presence that others leaned on without even realizing it. They took comfort in his existence, much like one might find security in the gentle hum of a well-tuned machine, functioning smoothly behind the scenes.
But now, enveloping the world, there lay an unusual kind of stillness—a tranquility that had not washed over the land for ages. It was as if the universe itself had paused to catch its breath. And for the very first time, this quietude dared to whisper a question that hung delicately in the air like a fragile note: "What do you want?"
In this moment of self-discovery, he ventured into the old observatory perched at the edge of the world—a forgotten relic of days gone by and the dreams that used to soar through its once-bustling halls. Time had taken its toll; the telescope, now marred by rust, stood like a sentinel in disrepair, while the floor, worn and creaky, seemed to lament its abandonment, echoing the memories of shared gaze upon the stars.
Once, this observatory had been cataloged with cold detachment, labeled as:
[Atmospheric Detail Object #774: Non-essential]
That classification felt hauntingly accurate, resonating with the truth of his own life. He had always been an unnoticed feature in the grand landscape of existence, part of the backdrop, much like this forgotten observatory.
As he stepped inside, he brushed away layers of dust that had settled over time like the weight of unspoken dreams. He opened a window, inviting in the cool night breeze, and settled down on the floor, resolving to remain there for as long as the universe allowed him to simply exist. He surrendered himself to the stillness, engaging in the simple act of watching—immersed in the beauty of the night sky spread before him.
Before long, he realized something extraordinary was unfolding in the heavens—stars he had never seen before began to twinkle into existence. These were not the familiar constellations that had guided sailors and dreamers alike for centuries; rather, these were new formations, whimsical arrangements crafted by Iris's vibrant imagination, blessed with names gifted to them by the innocent hearts of children. They were mapped not by scholars or astronomers, but rather, drawn from the depths of dreams and stitched together with pure feeling.
In that moment, a smile broke across Raze's face—not to impress anyone, not to gain approval, but simply because he felt the stirrings of joy within him.
The following day saw his return to the observatory, this time armed with tools and determination. He set to work mending what had fallen into disrepair: he fixed the broken gears, lovingly oiled the telescope so that it could once again turn its gaze skyward, and swept the dust-laden floor, bringing some semblance of life back to the space. He even found an old lantern and hung it from a forgotten hook, letting it sway gently in the breeze, a beacon for those who might find their way back.
Not stopping there, he brought along a kettle, a sturdy chair, and two cups—because deep down, he believed that at some point, someone would pay him a visit. They always did.
He refused to label this place as a base, nor did he think of it as a throne or a sanctuary. To him, it was simply:
"Mine."
As the days turned into weeks, a small transformation took place. By the third week, the narrow window had been adorned with a curtain sewn by Iris, crafted from old banners that told stories of places long past. One day, Velzeria made a quiet visit, leaving behind a book without a word—a gentle gesture that spoke volumes. The title read: *The History of Things That Never Happened*, a fitting companion to the dreams swirling in the observatory.
Every night, Raze placed a slice of honeyed bread on the windowsill, a small offering left there for no particular reason other than the joy of giving. As if in response, the birds flocked to it, finding joy in this unexpected gift.
One serene night, beneath a celestial display that felt both foreign and intimately familiar, Raze leaned back in his chair—feet propped up, a warm drink cradled in his hands. In that sacred moment of tranquility, he whispered softly to the stars above:
"I wasn't supposed to be anything."
"But here… I'm someone."
And perhaps, just perhaps, that was the miracle the narrative had not anticipated: a character once relegated to the background had chosen to step into the light, fervently claiming his own frame in this grand tableau of life.
[Bonus Flag: "The Observatory That Watches Back"]
Raze's Status: Home
World Status: Listening
Visitor Log: Open
Would you like to explore a moment where all three of them come together in this sanctuary, a quiet night filled with unspoken love and connection that lingers in the air like an unharmonized melody? Or shall we turn the page and delve into Volume II, a new arc where the forgotten fragments of themselves begin to awaken, revealing aspects of their past that may not all be gentle or kind?
To be continued...