Aeal

Eternal

When the last of my blood is dry, and my vision begins to dim, even though my body’s in pain, don’t cry for me, because it’s just a dream. Open your eyes, and see the fiery sun rise from a bloody sea, and turn and find me again, though there is nothing there. The sky may fall, and so my memory

will disappear. Though you may come to believe that I was never real, I am with you. I will always be beside the path that you will take. And though my blood which flowed for you disappears into the earth, along with your tears, and any thoughts of me, I am always in front of you, guiding your path. Deny me, erase my memory, but still

I will always, always be reflected in your tears. Even when all memory of me, all traces, have vanished, I will be beside you, following wherever your heart may choose, silently making your pain my own, your destiny my path, your memories

my scars. You do not remember, but I am with you.


Do the words one utters before death tend to be truer, or can they be a lie?
--Subaru, X/1999