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Nagato YukiUntitled 3
A black coffin remained in the room. There was nothing else.
Above the coffin in the middle of the dark club room, sat one man.
“Good day.”
He said to me. He was smiling.
Good day.
As I kept standing there, a white cloth alighted from behind the man. In the middle of the
darkness, the cloth was enveloped by a pale light.
“Pardon my lateness.”
The white cloth said. Or rather, the person who was wearing the big, white piece of cloth.
Through holes cut out where the eyes would be, black pupils were looking at me.
It seemed like the one inside was a girl. I could tell from her voice.
The man laughed in a low voice.
“The recital has not yet started.”
The man did not move from above the coffin.
“There is time, still.”
The recital.
I was remembering something. What was I going to present here? Quickly, now. But I could not
remember.
“There is time.”
The man said. He was smiling at me. The apparition of the white girl danced around happily.
“We will wait. Until you remember.”
The girl said. I gazed at the black coffin.
There was only one thing; I remembered why I was here.
My place was within the coffin.
I had come from there, and I had come back here so I could return. But the man was sitting on
the coffin. As long as he doesn’t leave, I cannot go in.
However, there was nothing in me to present. I wasn’t qualified to join the recital.
The man started singing in a low voice. Synchronizing with the white cloth’s dance.
As long as he doesn’t leave, I cannot go in.
