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No idea how she ended up being in her fatherâs room, reading his diary again, before he had to go to the hospital. Kanade didnât want to delve into those memories though. She was most likely dreaming, a nightmare to be precise. Besides knowing better, she read the passages her father wrote again though.Â
Written inside there was how her music made him feel insecure about his own. That the song she gifted him to make him feel better, made him give up and doubt his own work. Him thinking only her music was worth being created now and how worthless she made him feel...
âMafuyu was right...â In this despair, she remembered the adjective her friend used to describe her problem: âIâm cursed. An eternal curse, that wonât ever disappear...â An uncharacteristic sarcastic laugh escaped her. There was no salvation for her, even if one day she should be able to save someone with her music, it wonât magically get her father out of the hospital.
This work diary of his would forever be proof that she was the girl that hurt her own father. Ruined his life, without even realizing it.
âIt doesnât matter if I will be forgiven or not. I have to keep creating, like mother told me to, like father told me to do... I maybe canât save him or myself, but before I disappear, I have to at least help someone... I promised...â
As usual, she put the diary, and with it her pain, aside to get up again. Now, why was she back home? She looked around in slight confusion but was almost tempted to just use the computer inside her room again in order to keep composing. It doesnât matter where she was, she had to produce- else she was worthless.
And she really would have done so- if there wasnât a stranger inside her fatherâs room.Â
âWho are you?â She asked, there was no judgment in her voice whatsoever, just genuine curiosity. According to the girlâs attire, she wasnât from her world. Kanade could already guess, that she had to be from Chronolium as well. Still, the reason why she was here with her, she had no clue. But perhaps she would have some answers to that.
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âAlright, letâs check what weâll find inside here. Shall we, miss Sara?â
Weird, why did this feel so familiar. He and Sara teaming up to check out the building they just were trapped in. He felt like he already experienced this, but it was quite hard to tell why yet.
Anyway, his companion was waiting for him to move and check the cabinet she pointed at before. So he bent down to it and pulled on the sliding door with all itâs might.Â
âHah...!! Ya!!âÂ
...It wasnât moving though, so he tries again:
âHuargh!! Urghh...â
How could this be?! He already spent all his power, and this stupid sliding door didnât even move one inch yet!Â
âNo dice, Iâm not strong enough to open this. It must be stuck or something. Should we search elsewhere meanwhile, miss S-âÂ
But as soon as he turned around to check on Sara, another girl staring at him as well. Both gazed at him with obvious disappointment in their eyes. How embarrassing, but that wasnât what was important right now!
âMiss Setsuna?â Wait, this didnât make any sense! Sara and Setsuna in the same room? Something didnât add up, he was in that building right now. The building he was trapped in before getting dragged into another world altogether.
Only now he realized, what was wrong with this situation. He shouldnât be here! He already left this place- not only, he even died in this place before. But if this was the case, why was Sara here? No, why were he and Setsuna here?!
âWait, where are we? How did you get here? What is happening?â
It must be a strange twist of fate, or plain old dĂŠjĂ vu, to meet someone again in the manner of the first. This time it lacks a spilled cup of coffee, but the accident plays out near-identical as it did thenââ his faulty attention leading up to a collision with a red-headed girl.
Heine takes a few steps forward, reeling from the contact, and is seconds away from glaring daggers. Except, he doesnât. Not when he comes to recognize the profile of the other: the red hair and eyes, the soft slope of her shoulders. Embarrassingly, heâs studied either long enough through fleeting gazes to really tell. Â
No way. What were the chances in this new world?
He simply questions her presence for lack of better words or better anything. Unfortunately, too many instances of mistaken identities and stranger circumstances have occurred to forgo caution.  â... Is that really you, Setsuna?â
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Antarctic "Tumbleweeds"
Antarctic âTumbleweedsâ
Not really weeds, but apparently they do tumble:
Snowball âTumbleweedsâ Blow Across Antarctica
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@yukimarimoââ  cont. ( x )
âYou ... didnât get the joke, did you?â He stops for a moment, knowing itâs pointless to ask. How the hell can he explain this one now?  âYâknow ... hare for hair â because sheâs a bunny?â
Hiya! Without prior reserve, I'd like to app as Setsuna from I am Setsuna. You can find the app in the sidebar.
Welcome to The Chronolium, Setsuna.
Whisperwood has sponsored you. You awaken in WW-06.
Stay safe, and make yourself at home.
â Silk.
Yukimarimo are balls of fine frost formed at low temperatures, between -50C (-59F) and -58C (-72F).
This phenomenon was first noted in Antarctica in 1995. The balls are formed by electrostatic attraction between ice crystals. Yukimarimo are very light and very similar to cotton. They behave a bit like tumbleweed in deserts.
Picture by Heather Moe, NOAA Corps
and A. Barbero, IPEV/PNRA