Dreams
Say, Haruka-papa. I wonder, how far does that darkness in the sky go? Is there a pitch-dark wall at the far end? Or is it dark like that for infinity?
Say, Michiru-mama? I wonder where rain comes from. From that city of twilight? Or from the bottom of the sea? I wonder where that puddle that disappeared went.
Say? Setsuna-mama? Why does the dawn come? That beautiful woman in the moonlight withered away. The white butterfly I caught that day with Haruka-papa and Michiru-mama died in the birdcage.
I wonder why. I'm lonely when I close my eyes. All kinds of "wonders", I saw spinning inside the lavendar monitor. Letting a drop of water fall, it spins like a filament. On and on...
Say, Haruka-papa, Michiru-mama, Setsuna-mama? Hold my hand tonight. Stay with me all night long. I want to have happy dreams. Dreams the color of rainbows. Dreams where the people precious to me are smiling with joy.
Dreams that won't disappear when I open my eyes.

Silent Silent. That is you. In two senses of the word. First, there is the obvious implication. But then, there is that unspoken undertone that lies right beneath the surface. The very thought of the words, I’m sure, sends shivers through your body. Frail, small body, Yet capable of so much. So you wait and watch and listen, Close-mouthed, pale lips pinched together, Afraid of hearing your own meek voice not to mention uttering those dreadful words. Because, when the world ends, You will also end. And then there will be silence again. And you would rather be silent now than then.