小森 霧 (Komori “Shutin-tan” Kiri)
“All that we see or seem / Is but a dream within a dream.” –E.A. Poe.
The first thing I noticed, as anyone would, was her eyes. Eyes that told me of a scarred innocence; eyes that searched to recover what is lost upon biting into that bitter apple of knowledge; eyes that asked me, softly: “Can you make me forget? Can you take me back to before I was tormented with what my mind holds against me? Can you explain to me, slowly, how I can never again deal with the reality around me? Can you make it all go away…again?”
Of course, I couldn’t. That’s not the way my reality works. But those same eyes that demanded, quietly, patiently, for help, disallowed me from denying her the impossible. Rationality took a back seat as soon as I crossed the threshold from the Outside into her bubble. This is her world; I am but a guest, a spectator. I was lucky enough to stumble into this pocket life centered around the Porcelain girl with the soul-bearing eyes, and privileged enough to be allowed to stay, if only for now. Who am I to tell her what can and cannot be done in her world?
I began reasoning, then, that her actuality is no less real than the one I stepped off of. Cogito ergo sum, but it shouldn’t matter if the way I cogito removes me from everyone else’s sum. She exists, still, for herself, even if no one else bothers with her existence. So long as I am in her bubble, I, too, exist, if only for myself, neither caring nor being cared for by the harshness of the Outside.