Plunging deep into a pitfall of memory rush, I saw hands reaching out towards me. I saw myself from a third-person perspective curling up into a ball and suddenly merging into someone completely I didn’t know. I saw myself as a new person walking around in what I could assume to be a random palace in China.
Following this event, I felt ejected from my own body. I seemed like a soul and a spectator of whatever was happening around me. I saw the girl that once was me, containing messy hair and suddenly turning into a neat double bun. Furthermore, I saw her buns carefully tied with blue ribbons in the shape of a butterfly. In addition to this, I saw myself wearing green traditional Chinese garments along with some sort of butterfly crest wrapping around her fragile body.
Following the girl, I watched her go to the Huang He River, saw her sat down beside the river. I laid down beside her as I watched her slowly and carefully. In doing so, I looked as she stared unto the moon while the fireflies started to surround us. While laying down on the pillow-like grass, the fireflies started to fly above us. I saw her closing her eyes as I watched everything unravel. Afterward, I felt myself get sucked inside her body. While opening my eyes, my mouth opened agape as I saw a man wearing a mask revealing only his eyes appeared right in front of her.
I jolted as I looked at those familiar eyes.
I saw those dull, dead, sad eyes…
they look the same as Zairen’s…
This raised a thought of, “Is this man Zaire?“
Looking back at it, I suddenly thought of the time that he betrayed me. Consequently, I looked back and saw Zairen stab the girl on her left arm afterward throwing her in the river. I felt a sudden jolt throughout my body and it made me look at my left arm, feeling a strong churn and shock.
A birthmark in the exact spot where she was stabbed…
I suddenly remembered my mother telling me that birthmarks are the scars of your past lives and I fell. Waking up back in the hospital bed with tears running down my eyes.
“It can’t be…can it? He couldn’t…can he?“
My mind, overrun by questions that can’t be answered, “It’s all a dream“.