Mogeko Castle: Let the Rain Wash Away Your Sins [eng]

Dream was sharp like a memory. Too colorful, emotional, too… real. She was standing in the center of the living room, holding a knife. Her hands were shaking, also her body. Blood scent made Yonaka feel sick. As if that wasn't enough, when she looked at her hands and noticed its cover with something scarlet…

No. No, no, no…

Something was wrong. She knew that. Yonaka also was sure she had forgotten something very important. Something she didn't want to remember, but…

It's okay, my dear. You needn't to.

A room seemed to blur. Yonaka stayed still, trying to catch her breath. The voice she suddenly heard was… so calm and hypnotizing. And familiar, even if a girl didn't know when she heard it last time. Did she ever…?

That wasn't important. Her body started to relax, while a strange voice hummed some kind of melody. Something in that rhythm reminded Yonaka a rain. Like the softly falling raindrops she had danced through as a little girl. That seemed to be so nostalgic and soft at the same time.

And there she was, suddenly standing in the garden she barely remembered. Was that real? Or maybe she was dreaming? Whatever, if only she hadn't to fight with that forbidden memories.

So she didn't. Yonaka lifted her face to the cloudy sky with relief. The drops were like tears, though she wasn't sure why she should cry. After all, everything was fine… Yes?

Red has gone into oblivion, the living room too. A calm came over her, which she accepted with as much gratitude as the soothing whisper that seemed to caress her ears.

There you go, my child. Let the rain wash away your sins.

What sins? She didn't know, but that wasn't important. Not now, not ever. While she kept living an everlasting dream, nothing wrong could happen.

And that was okay.