Epilogue: A Prophetic Dream, or...
Ayase Miharu was dreaming.
In her sleepy haze, she was aware she was dreaming. It felt nostalgic for some reason. Like something she was missing dearly.
This...
This feeling was...
Who was it?
In her dream, Miharu tilted her head curiously. She couldn’t see anything—there was nothing but white in front of her, but she was pretty sure she was tilting her head.
“It’s not a dream,” someone said to her.
“Huh?”
“This isn’t a dream.”
“As planned, that boy is near you and affecting your consciousness. But there’s no time left, so listen carefully.”
“Who...are you?” Miharu called out to the voice in the white space.
“You will have to make a decision at some point,” the voice continued without answering her.
“Huh?”
“An extremely vital decision.”
“...”
“When that time comes, one of those options will clearly be wrong. And you will feel absolutely certain of that.”
“What are you saying...?”
“I highly recommend you choose the wrong choice.”
The voice spoke into Miharu’s ear like a witch’s whisper. But that voice grew more and more distant, until—
“Hey...” a male voice said instead. The owner of this voice was—
“We meet again, Miharu.”
“Huh?!”
Miharu shot up in bed. She looked around the pitch-black room in fear, but there was only Aki asleep in the next bed beside her.
“...”
Miharu sighed in relief and went back to sleep.
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