Rose Blumen ~ Exogignesthai 110. The blue rose, 1

(Rose)

Ann is outside, looking for anything useful in the area.

Because of how I felt... I asked her to leave alone while I searched for anything that might tell what happened.

I cried in front of her and she left. She cos by on the morning. I can search in peace...

I’m confused about Ann. But I’m also confused for different reasons about my sister...

The house is so different; it barely is my house anymore.

The basent is gone. I don’t know why.

The library from the third floor has been damaged, but it’s crowded with books. It’s filled with books...

When I left, one month ago, it was still mostly empty shelves...

But a good thing about this, is that so books still held so valuable information.

The fact that they were not published in my ti for instance...

Three years we thought... How naïve...

We should have spent more ti discussing about the date.

Or perhaps it was better this way.

I think I preferred learning it here, at ho and by myself.

The first book I could read here talked of a world war. The great war was referred as the first world war.

I read so of the pages that could still be, inside my now ssy library.

I could find clues... If not yet about her, about what happened here, or in the world.

I was a little excited at first. But then I realised. Then I saw, when a few other books had been printed...

These books looked very old, yellowed, tattered. And I saw that they dated from the beginning of the 21st century...

And then it hit fully.

It may have been three years since the so-called white day, when humanity face brutal demise. But we, our train, and all its passengers, made a much bigger leap through ti. Much more than three years...

A jump. A leap long enough for wars to co and go, for technologies and cities to change; and even for the end of tis to co unnoticed...

I was so scared that she would be gone... But now, fear was replaced by a disturbing emotion of hollowness.

I feel very empty. A bit lancholic maybe...

Because no matter what happened to her, I’m more than a lifeti too late.

How is that even possible? I’ll see if I can find sothing about it here.

I don’t know either how her life went after 1925. But the only certain thing is that she’s long dead today...

I want to know how her life went after I disappeared.

I will never see her again.

I want at least to know how her life was then... I hope she ended up happy.

I’m crying a bit. I’m all alone now. I still want to connect. I want to find every remaining hint of what her life might have been...

Without ...

I’m so sorry...

Are you in heaven now? Have you awaited my return ho with anxious doubt all your life? And maybe all your afterlife too?

I know I would have never overco your loss... But it’s not really your loss that I experience now. Well, it is. But... What can I say?

I feel so bad I could die. And still, it suddenly feels as if...

You’ve been dead... For so long... My life doesn’t make sense anymore...

I miss you...

I’m not sure I can make it through this world without you.

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It’s been about one month since our arrival.

Ann brought so food and upon my request, left for a last day to look for my past.

Then we should move back to Zeslinry.

Over ti, my grief and sorrow evolved mostly into wonders.

I will remain sad forever now that I’ve lost you...

But I found what I will do next.

And that last chest of docunts I found holds what I’ve been looking for, since I learnt you were gone.

It was hidden. I found it yesterday. I hadn’t the ti to read it all yet.

I’ve found other pictures. So of which are of you, and .

But at tis when I was gone...

I feared at first that a daiûa had stolen my place and appearance by your side.

But our smiles... They’re both true.

And what I’ve read confird it.

Sohow... I did return from London.

Sohow... We did live together, and happy, afterward.

Sohow, another lived her life as it was ant to be. With you. A happy blue rose living peacefully in the previous world.

I’ve read a few lines about us, from letters and diaries.

I’ve seen pictures of us in 1929, in 1934, in 1946, in 1961, and in 1980...

We still had the sa blissful smile... Always...

You were happy. Though it was with another .

But to be more accurate, I begin to think it’s actually whom is another Her.

I wonder what that makes ?

Apparently, we left England in 1929. Looking at the following pictures, I would guess we went sowhere in Oceania.

The house was inherited by so relative I’ve never heard of. Rethier?

It sheltered so people from ti to ti over the century, but was mostly left unattended afterward.

It seems the people coming here were more concerned about another place after a while. They forgot about us.

They tried to find sothing we left behind as a mystery, but it’s confusing afterward.

The important thing is that we were happy.

End of story.

Though... Mine still goes on for so reason...

Why am I returning to an abandoned stage; long after every character is gone and even humanity is no longer there to look?

Why am I still here? And what about that book I brought back?

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