Toward the past. final version

May 22, 1991, Wednesday

Where is here? It is dark and narrow. But I don't feel bad. I feel as if I am in the water. It is silent. Nobody is here without me. But if I listen carefully, a faint sound is audible. What sound is this? Is this someone's voice? Whose voice? It is very soft. Is this a melody? What melody? It is very calm. I see nothing. I am tied together with a string. Can I cut this? I can't. I don't mind it. I want to be here from now on. But I feel like having to go out of here. That's because the soft voice calls me. Let me get out of here!

Then Mitsuki Ueda was born.

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