I realized everything feels like a blur. My perception of the world is a blur. When all you know is to work hard labor every day, perceiving time itself is a blur. But now it slows down. Why?
It seems time moves so fast that it is time to leave this town. As ruined as it was, I imagine it has better times—even this rundown inn. I don't even remember sleeping. It seems I have a memory of a fish.
Didi told me I forget things easily, but I seem to only remember the most minor of details in my day-to-day. Not important, but minor. But sometimes I remember something important. That is enough to brighten my day.
I woke up, washed up, and got dressed. I get dragged out the door by this girl my body and brain has mistaken for a sister. Hauled around by a girl I view as small, but reality says so differently. This town isn't as dreary as it seems. All it really needed was someone who cared to see.
For someone who lived in an incredibly fractured continent, her view of this town is strangely positive—well, compared to the landscape that can seem to always have a battle, this is different. "There is a calm in the chaos," she says—different from ones I have seen in her memories.
How can we be so different with the lives we had? How?
As she pulls me by the hand—I wonder—could I have been just like her?
The guide told me we would be leaving at a time I don't really recognize. It's all a haze, really.
We packed the essentials and rode in her carriage, my carriage following behind—a foreign design I never knew about. More restraint, without the color I would prefer. Why not use more colors? Do they not have those?
Comparatively different from my vehicle, decorated with the finest colors and the best artisans sharing stories you can read on the carriage itself, proclaiming a "chosen."
Although Kasia's carriage, lacking it may be in color , it makes up for it in functionality—smoother than my carriage.
How did they even get this carriage here? Did they build this in the mainland, assemble it here, or just plain transported it by boat?
I look at the sleeping girl beside me, maybe she can be someone important like my sisters.