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01. The star-reciting poet

Even at the end of the world,
dreams are given voice.
The name of their memories is Seksalis.

“These are the sung stories of lost memories.”
'Pseudepigrapher Seksalis’

Long, long ago, when the stars perished,
their memories took on the form of a person.
In the intervals between time, up until world’s end,
they continued to stream down.

She was a memory that personified
the appearance of these souls and their inner voices.
They surrounded her, and she dreamt of them.

Far, oh so far away
to as yet unseen, infinite, and illuminated places,
she goes to search for the fragments of stories.
The blue ocean of symbols is endless,
like the far depths of the sky.

'If I assemble all the pieces, will this sense of loss go away?’

In the intervals between time, reciting from beyond,
is the poet Mirleena.
She gives voice to the memories from within the girl’s dreams,
quietly weaving together the sounds of the known stars.

A shattered world, a perished star.
Ephemeral, and for it all the more beautiful, dreams.
They drift, and they surround her.

It’s blue, now oh so blue,
here at this world’s end.
She wanted to express the nature of the souls
from within her memories.
In this place where night doesn’t fall,
gently, she gathers their fragments…

She is a transparent being that
came into existence without knowing
neither hope nor despair.

Now, at this world’s end,
dreams surround her.
They are the memories of a lost world.

Far, oh so far away
to as yet unseen, infinite, and illuminated places,
she goes to search for the fragments of stories.
The blue ocean of symbols is endless,
like the far depths of the sky.

She gently closed her eyes…

“A torrent of dreams without end in sight. Stories that extend into infinity.”
'They are songs for the end, interwoven from within a birdcage.’
“They are the fragments of thoroughly empty promises, charading as fiction.”
'I wonder, when I finally understand all these symbols, will they sink into this new soul?’
“What for were they born? What for did they die?”
‘The answer to that lies in these songs.’
“The answer to that lies at the end of these fantasies.”
'Come now, sleep… Seksalis.’
“I’ll begin weaving them together from here… the demise for a beginning.”
'Pseudepigrapher Seksalis.’

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