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>Continue chasing after the Labyrinth.
Is Miharu scared? No; not at all. She’s simply tired of waiting for a second moon. Out of mercy, not out of despair, she lets her mind confuse the Witch casting a shadow from above with the huge cherry blossom tree that kept her company when she got lost. Maybe it wasn’t that big. Maybe it’s her that was small. Right now, she does feel small, as the chunk of wings under her becomes unstable, as the Familiars seem to realize that the artificial orbit is long gone.
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Sad to disappoint Marie, Miharu still decides to close the only eye that she can still feel, slowly, like curtains closing on a great show. The many magical signatures can simply be ignored, even as they close in on her like little kids rushing to the christmas tree because there’s nothing more she can do anymore. Pain sucks, Miharu thinks. It’s going to suck, so, so much. But it’s only going to suck for a while. Then she’ll be a wandering spirit that pranks people but in order to help them.
…
…A few seconds in, it’s the fact that she still can daydream that catches what little attention Miharu had to spare. As if someone had put pause on the movie, the myriad signatures clogging her magical radar became a lot easier to read- because they aren’t moving. Opening her eye out of sheer, innocent curiosity more than anything else, Miharu blinks and blinks when her magical eye and her actual eye agree- the Familiars remain in place- as well as the Witch. It… isn’t ‘looking’ at her anymore, or even facing her with the face Miharu imagined for it. Alas, that mystery wasn’t meant to last.
Ӝ Miharu: …Rin-chan?
From the back of her mind, it feels as if an ancient, colossal sarcophagus, made of dirty, shining gold, was being lifted from the depths of a pyramid with a hundred ropes. As if the scriptures on its walls, those funny drawings with cats and little guys with funny eyes dancing, were warning not to do that in a foreign, long lost language. Then something caresses her cheeks, and Miharu picks it up with what little strength she has left.
It’s a 100 yen bill.
