“this… is the only thing i remember.”

The silence that filled the room wasn’t a heavy silence, such as the awkward ones, but rather a soft, melancholic one. They sat like that for a while, just observing the rain that fell outside. Bathing the world from its impurities, at least once.

Mr. Rabbit finally got the courage to ask:

“Who… whose do you think these voices are?”

“i…i don’t know. the next thing i remember, i was alone. i couldn’t say exactly how, but it felt like a LOT of time had passed. i tried to remember, tried to make sense of the world surrounding me, but aside a few basic informations regarding my own existance, i knew nothing. of nothing.”

“That’s… that is sad.”

But Meryl the Mole didn’t respond.

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