Madotsuki looked at the zippers on the wall with a frown. There were orange legs and arms at the two ends of the different walls, and a purple face above each zipper. She noticed that one of the purple faces occasionally didn’t have a smile, instead it was sometimes a look of horror. On the floor were rows of red numbers. It was hard to navigate in this place even with the Bicycle effect. This world was always much too confusing for her, she figured that she got lost in it long ago.
After trying to find something, she noticed a girl at the other side from her. Another person in her dream world? She had two braids like Madotsuki, and was very thin. She used her bicycle to reach her faster and waved half-heartily when she did.
“Hello… what is your name?” She asked while keeping a tight grip on the bike handlebars.
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A turn is immediate, preceding startled expression coming to life on her now-sickly-pale face. I t was not the fact that she could hear and speak now that bothered her (after all, it was a dream), it was the sudden arrival of the stranger that put her off. She had never been known to meet another in her subconscious events.
But her composure is regained steadily, and her mouth parts to release syllables. Low and raspy, as if she hasn’t used her vocal cords in quite a while, or as if she had been without a speck of water for days and days on end.
