The scenery around her gradually blurred, then became clear again. Angel found herself back in the room with dust drifting through the air and thick curtains covering the windows, seated on the sofa warmed by her body. Audrey was still holding her wrist and had likewise opened her eyes.
They had returned from the dream to reality.
Angel instinctively looked toward the corner where a wooden bed had stood in the dream. The black coffin was still there, its heavy lid showing no sign of opening.
To avoid forgetting us, Mr. Azik chose to abandon the half of his soul belonging to the "Death Consul," which was utterly alien to him. He fell asleep to try to repair his own half, the soul of "Mr. Azik." But if he truly wakes up, he will lose all his memories and enter a new cycle...
She suddenly felt the cruelty and fickleness of fate. Just as she was about to look away, she noticed several envelopes stacked neatly on the desk beside the coffin. Their designs varied, as though they came from different regions or countries, but they bore no markings, no addresses or names of senders or recipients.
One was decorated with grapevines and lovely petals. It was one of the envelopes custom-made for Angel's Iris Flower Winery.
It looks like the others are all letters from Klein. Like me, he must occasionally write down his experiences, questions, and reflections and send them to Mr. Azik, hoping he will read them after waking and recover his lost memories as soon as possible... Angel's lips curved slightly before she turned her gaze back to Audrey. Reluctantly releasing her wrist, Audrey looked at her with a mixture of anticipation and disappointment and asked:
"Is it over?"
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