- Anhydre.Nomade
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Age : 27
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Back to 2019
Lun 1 Avr 2019 - 4:49
ONE-DAY-WE-MET
Chapter 1. Anhydre? (2019. 04. 01)- continued topic: Shhhhhhhhhh..../ Nydoo
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Nor white, neither black,
Coming by and slipping out,
Gone was she you'd know,
Later when the wind set out.
Coming by and slipping out,
Gone was she you'd know,
Later when the wind set out.
-Anhydre.
- Anhydre.Nomade
- Messages : 142
Date d'inscription : 17/11/2017
Age : 27
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Date de naissance:
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Re: Back to 2019
Lun 1 Avr 2019 - 4:58
Chapter 1 : Anhydre ?
Finally, I finished the last sentence- To dodge the sight meeting, Anhydre sneaked to a thin tree at the front and peeped them in curiosity behind the tree.- in my latest subject Nydoo, I pressed the button Envoyer.
Staring at the mountain of tissue papers, I kept dusting off my computer screen while managing the story. Having no any idea why today was so windy and sandy… anyway, I am used to “air-polluted” weather.
- Hachoo. (By the way, I am allergic to dust and those particular matter.)
It was about 10:00 AM in Taiwan. Only I stayed at home, preparing to go to school by bus.
- Ha...choo...choo..choo. 該死 / Damn ! ( I went to get myself a cup of water.)
Just when I returned to my room and swallowed the last mouthful water...I found a girl sitting on my chair and looked at the “sleep mode” computer in wonder.
Nearly shocked into death, so was my cup. And I held it back in time.
- 乾,這殺小 / F*ck, what’s going on here?
- ΦχΐϟψϢ,ΦχΐϟψϢ, ΦχΐϟψϢ (whispered, Elysion language?)
I sneaked against wall and avoid the reflection from computer screen.
- ΦχΐϟψϢ,ΦχΐϟψϢ, ΦχΐϟψϢ (whispered)
From her back, that white hoodie and blond hair were so familiar… I had seen it before but where? The girl stood up, shorter than me only a bit and was about to turn and looked around. I caught the time before she found me and “claimed” my place back in a fierce tone even though my voice sounded so “shaky”.
- 嘿, 你哪位 , 在這幹嘛? / Hey, Who are you? What are you f*cking doing here?
She was shocked by my voice in a sudden… her shoulder told me. However, as soon as she faced to me with her “annoyed” look, I had backed almost ten steps. Not exaggerated at all, that look and eyes and everything...
- ψϢχΐΦΦΦΦ (a rather cracked sound, like two dead leaved scrabbling together, which pierced my ear so harsh. Even the voice...)
She was no one but…
but…
but…
- A… A..Anhy...dre? (I don’t know I can pronounce a french word so accurately. I looked her in stun.)
She frowned and stretched out her left palm so fast… that I quickly covered my face and stopped her with my right hand, quite the same as her gesture. How could we not the same, anyway, I had imagined this gesture since I wrote her first topic.
- 等下 ! / WAIT ! (But still, I don’t want to experience how powerful the force I gave her in the story, no, not at all ! Neither to let my house become a sand field.)
Good, no sand pouring out !
I took my hands away and got surprised her left hand still hanging in the air, preparing to attack ME anytime ! What? Did I really give her such a stubborn and self-defensive mind ? I was regretted not having a sweet and kind character...
At the same time, I found her 10 cm scar on her palm. It looked so hurt and deep and scary ! Sorry, I thought it would be a cool token for a “warrior” and nothing would be like… this.
- αζϰϪ are you? How did you know my name? (It was exactly the same tone I gave her in Unknown when she questioned Behekine’s appearing. Maybe, I had made a big blunder from the character setting.)
Until then did I realize I could understand Elysion language… because I called her name? Or it’s her that could speak English?
Anyway, we can communicate now ! A good sign...
Rude as those action were, to me, they were the best proof for Anhydre’s icon, which was so sweet and cute. I highly doubted I was dreaming or there was someone wanting to play tricks on me… maybe, it’s just a professional actor, who was interested in her and had read every detail I wrote in Elysion. The window in my room wasn’t closed...
Nooooooo way! But indeed, a book called La fille de papier, which ending I had to say, disappointed me in that way. In result, I was afraid this was just another example !
I moved forward… my heartbeats thumping in my chest, I could hear it so clearly. A combination of excitement and nervousness almost exploded my brain and burst out from my vessels. Omg !!!!!!!!
What should I do now?
I must convince myself it’s not a dream but HOW?
Somehow, I regretted stopping her pouring the sand on me… it would be the best proof I guessed.
On the other hand, I did want this to be a dream, to be fake… How could I stand meeting my character in “my” real world, I mean on earth ! (Although I had dreamed it thousand times, omg !)
Anhydre (assumed she was her now) put her hand down, looking at me… she seemed to be impatient that I didn’t reply her answers yet and was surprised I walked to her with a SHINY smile instead.
Now, I was so excited and hadn’t no time explaining who I am (just a simple student) and how I know her… we can discuss that later or after I knew she was Anhydre TRULY.
- OMG…so…so...you are real? I mean… a REAL person, an entity !!!
I cupped my hands upward in the air, speaking in an “omg” way. Unsure whether she knew what the real I mean...
A confused look. She didn’t know what I was asking...
I wanted to touch her.
But based on my knowledge to her and not asking for a punch, I stopped at the proper distance.
She said in an indifferent tone:
- Real in a fake world.
Uh oh, now, even way of talking was quite Anhydre-syle…
-Hahaha, Nope, earth is a real place actually... so you are a REAL sand-girl? Really made of sand?
Letting out this question, I felt thousand punches throwing to myself. What the hell ! I shouldn’t rush those words… I even violated her personal rule ! Damn !
Anhydre stepped back and looked at me in a “fierce”way, eyes building Great Wall between us.
- WHO. ARE. YOU?
This time, the question was pressing against me. It was unwise not to introduce myself now.
- I… oki… I am your creator and you are my character… In short, you are in my story. (why it sounds so ridiculous? But yeah, it’s true !)
She twisted her face, trying to absorb…
- My life is…
- My story.
- My name is…
- I named you. Anhydre.
- WHO. ARE. YOU.
It’s my turn rolling my eyes. What, didn’t I make it clear?
- I write you alive in Elysion.
She scorned.
- Bullshit !
What?! What a “what-the-hell” situation now. A character didn’t believe the writer?
- Where am I now?
- On earth. In your creator’s house.
- How old am I?
- 13, in the story.
- What’s fatal to me before?
- Water.
- What do I call Behekine?
- Panther-man.
- Aëlia?
- Finger picker.
- Damn it !
Now, did she accept she was a character in a story?
- Show me the proof. (she hadn’t surrendered yet!)
I smiled and turned on the desk light. She now was standing rather close to me. Still, as an author, I felt so unrealistic. Nevertheless, if she thought those questions could get rid of possibility of being “fake” Anhydre in my mind, then she was on the wrong track.
Entering in Elysion website and Anhydre account.
She whispered.
- Elysion.
I showed her Personnages, Journal de Bord and the very first subject- Unknown. I helped her scroll down the pages with mouse.
The avatar made her shriek back.
She sit on the chair and read words on screen in awe. The fact that she could read quite surprised me ! (Translator in her brain?)
After finishing them all, Anhydre blinked her eyes hard… perhaps, the blue light from screen hurt her eyes.
- Why do you record this?
I was stunned. RECORD? I WROTE every words !
- Not record. I wrote.
- Why me?
- So you are ALIVE. Aren’t you? At least in Elysion.
I doubted she knew the relationship between an author and a character.
- Now, you are saying all my life is FAKE? Every event and every words I said, I encountered are designed under your hands? Even my life? If you are that great, then, now tell me what would happen in my life next !
Words boomed from her mouth in a rage.
However, gradually, I lost my temper and didn’t know why she couldn’t understand...why she couldn’t save times and energy to discuss more important, like why I made her and how precious she was to me?
- No, it’s not fake and no, I don’t know the next.
- See?
- That’s because I haven’t written yet. And you, do you even know your life?
I regretted. Sorry, I didn’t mean it.
Anhydre was shocked by my impulsive words.
- yeah, I know nothing ! Even for not being alive in any place ever. Do you know that feeling? One day, there is a girl, you even don’t know her, telling you… you are actually a “hero” in her story… and found it true. How do you feel? For me, I call “kill”.
I silenced. I knew both of us need to cool ourselves down. And the word, kill, really killed me. Anhydre, I didn’t know how to explain all of these to you… but I was sure of one thing I wasn’t lying, nor you to your feeling.
She was hitting the ceiling that made the apartment a bit earthquake… Staring at me… so did I. A deadlock.
In next moment, she whirled into a sand pile and stacked in the corner of my room beside my desk. I was stun in speechless at the “whirling” process.
At the present, I realize another thing.
She is a real Anhydre. Nobody can do that but her.
- Hachoo.
I squatted down and looked at the sand pile. (No touch, I knew)
Probably, she needs time to comfort…
Probably, she didn’t want to say anything more to hurt both of us…
Probably, she needed a rest.
And somehow, my eyes swarmed with tears.
I whispered:
- My name is 王雅玄 / Wang Ya-Xuan. Annie, you could call me, if you want.
No class today, I had announced to myself.
I stayed beside the sand pile for an hour like an idiot…. Put the laptop on my knees...
Rechecking her “Personnages” on Elysion, nothing did I mention her personality strait but being a brat in the beginning of “Son charactère”
- 乾,我在白癡甚麼啊 ! / Damn, what the hell am I doing now?
Checking what I wrote about her before? ( I closed my eyes and covered the computer screen up…Please strangle me !)
Shouldn’t the writer know one’s character the best? Then, what’s the answer I would like to find? Or what kind of answer I wanted to sure?
I felt a strong sense of guilty that could crush me into powder when I noticed I was actually searching “words” for her personality ! What an awful person I am ! Is she some kind of food marked the ingredient or any device that had direction for use?
Yeah, if I were her, certainly, I will be bitterly disappointed at my “manufacturer”…(manufacturer?)
Think deeper and dig up my motivation behind checking her profile…
I found a cruel fact, that is...
I only KNOW the one I wrote in Elysion. But this one… I was afraid not.
Staring her, the sand pile…
I thought I would be the one who knew her the best, wherever she went… in other spaces or in my mind. I had 100% confidence not to let her down… (Sorry, I was wrong. The most ironic thing was, when I faced you, everything changed.)
Feeling so tired, I climbed to my bed. Not really wanted to sleep but to be alone.
At some seconds, I fell asleep...
- Wake up !
A familiar voice. It was at 02:00 A.M. probably. What the hell was Anhydre doing here?!
- Waaaaaaaaake upppppppp !
She shoooook me as I were faint out on the street without expectation.
- What time is it?
- I don’t know.
- See the clock on my desk.
She crossed her two fingers in vertical.
- Like this… (Obviously, she had no idea of numbers. )
- It means 3:00 A.M. Midnight. Also means… sleeping time.
I closed my eyes, trying to swim back my dream pool.
- Omg… it’s my tenth time visiting here ! TEN !
Every time when she came to my room, she would put a tiny stone on my desk for recording and asked them to be in line, neither in a pile or inside the drawer. She would be angry if I moved them.
To cover them up, I piled a stack of books in the front, preventing chances from explaining a ridiculous theory to my mother.
- Good… ten…
My voice drowned.
Suddenly, I felt something “pulled” my left eye-lid open…
- Hello? Mr. blur inside?
DUH. I turned my body over to the other side.
- WAKE UP !
She even “walked” the shoe with one hand I bought for her on my back…
Still, I ignored her…
- Then…
She switched on the desk light, which made me jump out of the bed immediately, to close the door.
- Anhydre…you…
In a second, she was on my bed and… snoring.
- Hey ! You don’t come here for sleep, do you?
- Hey! (What?!)
I didn’t know she NEEDED TO sleep though…
(zzzzzz...)
And… I found-
She wore one shoe on her right feet while the other lying on the floor.
Now, I was pretty awake. Thanks her !
Picking up the shoe on the ground to the desk, I sit down… and there, 10 stones were arranged into some kind of language… which meant “zz”. I knew that language because we shared a “writer and character” relationship, which I tried to avoid mentioning it in front of her. And, that was another long story…
- Shopping…
I searched my notebook, which I always had my daily record with her inside. Looking at this pair of shoes, I would like to refreshing myself on that day again…
It happened at last last time !
We had passed lots of shop with iron gate close, which disappointed Anhydre a lot. She kept raising up her hand pointing sign here and there, asking what’s the store it was. If a store or a stand were open, she would stand right in the front and stared, just stared… until she was satisfied but never walked in. I was surprised even a clothes store could make her gaze for ten minutes.
- Why don’t we get inside?
She shook her head. Stare.
- Embarrassed?
She shook her head. Stare.
- You numb.
- What? No, I am not. I look for what I want and buy what I like. For those I am not interested in, I skip.
- See, so I say you numb. Numb to what you’re used to.
- Maybe, because it’s your first time seeing those things.
- Yeah, curiosity is something. You only know when it comes but no idea when it fades.
- Ha, I don’t see yours will fade, Anhydre.
She laughed lovely and said:
- You know what…. Neither do I !!!!
There was once she even “stuck” her nose on the display window with two hands stamping on it… Looking at the model without blinking her eyes. Curious as she was to everything, I could feel she was attracted by that clothing match.
It was a hooded jacket in dark purple with some kind of irregular geometry shapes and ochre color inside. A V-neck in light gray, was also decorated with shapes. Ripped edge designed its causality and fashion. For the shirts, to lower its color tone, black was chosen, white tokens on it for sparkling and coordinating both jacket and shirt.
I asked her on purpose.
- Do you like it?
She shook her head but still eyes fixed on it.
- You don’t like it?
She shook her head.
- It’s for human?
- Of course. What else could wear it anyway, haha !
-Oh… okay, then let’s go.
She walked away in a slight sign of disappointment.
(What, wait ! Anhydre, are you categorizing yourself in “what else” ?)
No way ! Of course, you can wear it !
When I realized that, it was too late. We were on the other section.
Soon, Anhydre threw her frustration all behind and activated her “question-launching” brain again.
Across the road, we came to a large shoes outlet, which included several sport trendy brands, such as Puma, Adidas, Nike, Converse...etc.
Hundreds of shoes were displayed on the she rack, Anhydre was so elated that she weaved among people and took a look everywhere.
- Hey, Anhydre, you go to the wrong section.
She pretty enjoyed herself immersing in male shoes and browsing vigorously, pointing at the deep blue one on the top…
- You can wear that one! It looks cool.
- It’s for male.
- Doesn’t matter, I guess. All in the shoe shapes, aren’t they?
(It was my first time someone recommends male shoes to me. Should I feel happy?!)
- Yes. But size matters. Bigger in male’s. And also colors, design… lots of things are quite different.
- That’s not fair.
(Fair??? I didn’t know Anhydre was such a “gender equality” person… but sounded like used in wrong place.)
- Physical differences makes it different so it’s quite fair. Your unfairness could be used on stereotype, I think. (Why did I explain this to her?)
She nodded in casual, thinking I was talking some kind of alien language.
To my surprise, like a judge, she asked questions and made a comment for every pair of shoes she was interested in. After nearly an hour, we finally finished taking every scan on each shoes in male part.
Now, it’s female section’s turn, unlike in male’s,
She looked around the whole area first instead, and…suddenly… “TELEPORT” herself to the brand- Reebok- and squatted down, paying a very close attention on...Instapump Fury ! (Did it summon her or something?)
This sudden movement nearly shock my guts out… Making sure no one saw her…I walked to her.
- Anhydre, you WALK too fast !
- It summons me with our eyes clashing so I come as quick as I can.
- So you are saying you like it ?
It’s a pair of quite special shoes. With graffiti in all kind of pen writing and drawing, a cover around the shoes gave its a solid stand...Probably, it was its “independent” figure drew her attention.
After learning a lesson from the clothing, I added:
- Try on. You can wear it.
I gave her a “trust-me” smile.
- Really? Not only for human?
She looked at it in surprise.
- Of course not.
She then sit down on the ground and was about to “stuff in”, mimicking how I wore my snickers at home…
I stopped her.
- Wait. It was not your size. Too big.
- But I like this one…
She said in a poor look and grasped it hard, doubting and afraid that she had to lose her love-ones again !
I couldn’t stop myself laughing… she was so cute but this time, I would like to trick her.
Pretending there was no way, I shook my head…
- Change another one, okay?
And then, I spoke to the clerk near us.
-小姐,可以幫我拿這雙的23號嗎? / Miss, May I have the next size down?
The clerk took the shoe box…
- What did you say?
- As you see she took the box away, so?
- Means no?… o...okay...
Until then did she loose her hand and put it on the rack. This time, she was in a great depression.
- Why do you like it so much? (I even didn't know you're that interested in Earth thing.)
- “Like” needs no reason… “no size” don’t need a reason, either…but “frustration” did have its reason. I lost it.
Meanwhile, the clerk walked back and carried another shoe box.
- BOX BACK !
I didn’t know she could restore her energy so quick… and ready for the hope arriving at any time.
The clerk opened the box and took brand-new one out.
Anhydre’s eyes were Burning. Firing. Sparkling.
I spoke some words to clerk and she left.
Anhydre switching her eyes between two different sizes but exactly the same look.
- TWINS. They are twins. Why does she hide its twin?
- Cuz those are samples. (What the hell with those twin words?)
- Their parents will feel sad if they know it. And why do you lie to me?
- Who lies. I only said “she took the box away”… now, try it !
Anhydre put her one feet inside straightly and then the other.
However, she looked around and asked:
- No lopes?
I laughed.
- Nope. I remember Instapump Fury series don’t have shoe lance.
- Great, then no hurt.
(?)
After stuffing in well, she stood up and tried to “Walk”.
- Why it’s so heavy?
She even couldn’t lift her feet up… guessing she hadn’t figured out how to exert the strength. Her “try-to-walk” look made me laugh.
- DAMN !
Without her feet moving, she kept falling forward to the ground with two hands propping every time when she attempted to walk. Sorry, I was laughing so hard for rolling on the ground then.
After failing several times, I put her on the chair… and lift her back of “heavy” sand feet in shoes up. This was a concrete sand inside.
- Imagine this feeling.
Imitating how we exerted force when we walked… but still no working.
- I think my foot don’t like to stay in the shoes. They kept circulating…as if tried to run away of it.
What?!
But I understood that. Yeah, in the post… her body parts seemed to have its own stubborn in different ways. And not forgetting, she didn’t like to be bound…
FREEDOM ! So in the shoes…
- So put it back?
Anhydre shook her head:
- But I want it.
- But your foot… don’t want to wear it. (What?)
- I can stand.
- You mean, you buy shoes for only standing?(How wasteful.)
- Why not.
- Shoes are for walk and protection….
- and to be liked. The same as my existence, haha ! (Her saying somehow touched my deepest part for her.)
Surrendering to her argument, we bought it still.
You could imagine…
Anhydre walked barefoot with my hand carrying a bag of shoes.
(She always make me break through my limit to stupidity.)
- Anhydre, I got something to surprise you !
I smiled and opened my closet...
Finally, I finished the last sentence- To dodge the sight meeting, Anhydre sneaked to a thin tree at the front and peeped them in curiosity behind the tree.- in my latest subject Nydoo, I pressed the button Envoyer.
Staring at the mountain of tissue papers, I kept dusting off my computer screen while managing the story. Having no any idea why today was so windy and sandy… anyway, I am used to “air-polluted” weather.
- Hachoo. (By the way, I am allergic to dust and those particular matter.)
It was about 10:00 AM in Taiwan. Only I stayed at home, preparing to go to school by bus.
- Ha...choo...choo..choo. 該死 / Damn ! ( I went to get myself a cup of water.)
Just when I returned to my room and swallowed the last mouthful water...I found a girl sitting on my chair and looked at the “sleep mode” computer in wonder.
Nearly shocked into death, so was my cup. And I held it back in time.
- 乾,這殺小 / F*ck, what’s going on here?
- ΦχΐϟψϢ,ΦχΐϟψϢ, ΦχΐϟψϢ (whispered, Elysion language?)
I sneaked against wall and avoid the reflection from computer screen.
- ΦχΐϟψϢ,ΦχΐϟψϢ, ΦχΐϟψϢ (whispered)
From her back, that white hoodie and blond hair were so familiar… I had seen it before but where? The girl stood up, shorter than me only a bit and was about to turn and looked around. I caught the time before she found me and “claimed” my place back in a fierce tone even though my voice sounded so “shaky”.
- 嘿, 你哪位 , 在這幹嘛? / Hey, Who are you? What are you f*cking doing here?
She was shocked by my voice in a sudden… her shoulder told me. However, as soon as she faced to me with her “annoyed” look, I had backed almost ten steps. Not exaggerated at all, that look and eyes and everything...
- ψϢχΐΦΦΦΦ (a rather cracked sound, like two dead leaved scrabbling together, which pierced my ear so harsh. Even the voice...)
She was no one but…
but…
but…
- A… A..Anhy...dre? (I don’t know I can pronounce a french word so accurately. I looked her in stun.)
She frowned and stretched out her left palm so fast… that I quickly covered my face and stopped her with my right hand, quite the same as her gesture. How could we not the same, anyway, I had imagined this gesture since I wrote her first topic.
- 等下 ! / WAIT ! (But still, I don’t want to experience how powerful the force I gave her in the story, no, not at all ! Neither to let my house become a sand field.)
Good, no sand pouring out !
I took my hands away and got surprised her left hand still hanging in the air, preparing to attack ME anytime ! What? Did I really give her such a stubborn and self-defensive mind ? I was regretted not having a sweet and kind character...
At the same time, I found her 10 cm scar on her palm. It looked so hurt and deep and scary ! Sorry, I thought it would be a cool token for a “warrior” and nothing would be like… this.
- αζϰϪ are you? How did you know my name? (It was exactly the same tone I gave her in Unknown when she questioned Behekine’s appearing. Maybe, I had made a big blunder from the character setting.)
Until then did I realize I could understand Elysion language… because I called her name? Or it’s her that could speak English?
Anyway, we can communicate now ! A good sign...
Rude as those action were, to me, they were the best proof for Anhydre’s icon, which was so sweet and cute. I highly doubted I was dreaming or there was someone wanting to play tricks on me… maybe, it’s just a professional actor, who was interested in her and had read every detail I wrote in Elysion. The window in my room wasn’t closed...
Nooooooo way! But indeed, a book called La fille de papier, which ending I had to say, disappointed me in that way. In result, I was afraid this was just another example !
I moved forward… my heartbeats thumping in my chest, I could hear it so clearly. A combination of excitement and nervousness almost exploded my brain and burst out from my vessels. Omg !!!!!!!!
What should I do now?
I must convince myself it’s not a dream but HOW?
Somehow, I regretted stopping her pouring the sand on me… it would be the best proof I guessed.
On the other hand, I did want this to be a dream, to be fake… How could I stand meeting my character in “my” real world, I mean on earth ! (Although I had dreamed it thousand times, omg !)
Anhydre (assumed she was her now) put her hand down, looking at me… she seemed to be impatient that I didn’t reply her answers yet and was surprised I walked to her with a SHINY smile instead.
Now, I was so excited and hadn’t no time explaining who I am (just a simple student) and how I know her… we can discuss that later or after I knew she was Anhydre TRULY.
- OMG…so…so...you are real? I mean… a REAL person, an entity !!!
I cupped my hands upward in the air, speaking in an “omg” way. Unsure whether she knew what the real I mean...
A confused look. She didn’t know what I was asking...
I wanted to touch her.
But based on my knowledge to her and not asking for a punch, I stopped at the proper distance.
She said in an indifferent tone:
- Real in a fake world.
Uh oh, now, even way of talking was quite Anhydre-syle…
-Hahaha, Nope, earth is a real place actually... so you are a REAL sand-girl? Really made of sand?
Letting out this question, I felt thousand punches throwing to myself. What the hell ! I shouldn’t rush those words… I even violated her personal rule ! Damn !
Anhydre stepped back and looked at me in a “fierce”way, eyes building Great Wall between us.
- WHO. ARE. YOU?
This time, the question was pressing against me. It was unwise not to introduce myself now.
- I… oki… I am your creator and you are my character… In short, you are in my story. (why it sounds so ridiculous? But yeah, it’s true !)
She twisted her face, trying to absorb…
- My life is…
- My story.
- My name is…
- I named you. Anhydre.
- WHO. ARE. YOU.
It’s my turn rolling my eyes. What, didn’t I make it clear?
- I write you alive in Elysion.
She scorned.
- Bullshit !
What?! What a “what-the-hell” situation now. A character didn’t believe the writer?
- Where am I now?
- On earth. In your creator’s house.
- How old am I?
- 13, in the story.
- What’s fatal to me before?
- Water.
- What do I call Behekine?
- Panther-man.
- Aëlia?
- Finger picker.
- Damn it !
Now, did she accept she was a character in a story?
- Show me the proof. (she hadn’t surrendered yet!)
I smiled and turned on the desk light. She now was standing rather close to me. Still, as an author, I felt so unrealistic. Nevertheless, if she thought those questions could get rid of possibility of being “fake” Anhydre in my mind, then she was on the wrong track.
Entering in Elysion website and Anhydre account.
She whispered.
- Elysion.
I showed her Personnages, Journal de Bord and the very first subject- Unknown. I helped her scroll down the pages with mouse.
The avatar made her shriek back.
She sit on the chair and read words on screen in awe. The fact that she could read quite surprised me ! (Translator in her brain?)
After finishing them all, Anhydre blinked her eyes hard… perhaps, the blue light from screen hurt her eyes.
- Why do you record this?
I was stunned. RECORD? I WROTE every words !
- Not record. I wrote.
- Why me?
- So you are ALIVE. Aren’t you? At least in Elysion.
I doubted she knew the relationship between an author and a character.
- Now, you are saying all my life is FAKE? Every event and every words I said, I encountered are designed under your hands? Even my life? If you are that great, then, now tell me what would happen in my life next !
Words boomed from her mouth in a rage.
However, gradually, I lost my temper and didn’t know why she couldn’t understand...why she couldn’t save times and energy to discuss more important, like why I made her and how precious she was to me?
- No, it’s not fake and no, I don’t know the next.
- See?
- That’s because I haven’t written yet. And you, do you even know your life?
I regretted. Sorry, I didn’t mean it.
Anhydre was shocked by my impulsive words.
- yeah, I know nothing ! Even for not being alive in any place ever. Do you know that feeling? One day, there is a girl, you even don’t know her, telling you… you are actually a “hero” in her story… and found it true. How do you feel? For me, I call “kill”.
I silenced. I knew both of us need to cool ourselves down. And the word, kill, really killed me. Anhydre, I didn’t know how to explain all of these to you… but I was sure of one thing I wasn’t lying, nor you to your feeling.
She was hitting the ceiling that made the apartment a bit earthquake… Staring at me… so did I. A deadlock.
In next moment, she whirled into a sand pile and stacked in the corner of my room beside my desk. I was stun in speechless at the “whirling” process.
At the present, I realize another thing.
She is a real Anhydre. Nobody can do that but her.
- Hachoo.
I squatted down and looked at the sand pile. (No touch, I knew)
Probably, she needs time to comfort…
Probably, she didn’t want to say anything more to hurt both of us…
Probably, she needed a rest.
And somehow, my eyes swarmed with tears.
I whispered:
- My name is 王雅玄 / Wang Ya-Xuan. Annie, you could call me, if you want.
No class today, I had announced to myself.
I stayed beside the sand pile for an hour like an idiot…. Put the laptop on my knees...
Rechecking her “Personnages” on Elysion, nothing did I mention her personality strait but being a brat in the beginning of “Son charactère”
- 乾,我在白癡甚麼啊 ! / Damn, what the hell am I doing now?
Checking what I wrote about her before? ( I closed my eyes and covered the computer screen up…Please strangle me !)
Shouldn’t the writer know one’s character the best? Then, what’s the answer I would like to find? Or what kind of answer I wanted to sure?
I felt a strong sense of guilty that could crush me into powder when I noticed I was actually searching “words” for her personality ! What an awful person I am ! Is she some kind of food marked the ingredient or any device that had direction for use?
Yeah, if I were her, certainly, I will be bitterly disappointed at my “manufacturer”…(manufacturer?)
Think deeper and dig up my motivation behind checking her profile…
I found a cruel fact, that is...
I only KNOW the one I wrote in Elysion. But this one… I was afraid not.
Staring her, the sand pile…
I thought I would be the one who knew her the best, wherever she went… in other spaces or in my mind. I had 100% confidence not to let her down… (Sorry, I was wrong. The most ironic thing was, when I faced you, everything changed.)
Feeling so tired, I climbed to my bed. Not really wanted to sleep but to be alone.
At some seconds, I fell asleep...
- Wake up !
A familiar voice. It was at 02:00 A.M. probably. What the hell was Anhydre doing here?!
- Waaaaaaaaake upppppppp !
She shoooook me as I were faint out on the street without expectation.
- What time is it?
- I don’t know.
- See the clock on my desk.
She crossed her two fingers in vertical.
- Like this… (Obviously, she had no idea of numbers. )
- It means 3:00 A.M. Midnight. Also means… sleeping time.
I closed my eyes, trying to swim back my dream pool.
- Omg… it’s my tenth time visiting here ! TEN !
Every time when she came to my room, she would put a tiny stone on my desk for recording and asked them to be in line, neither in a pile or inside the drawer. She would be angry if I moved them.
To cover them up, I piled a stack of books in the front, preventing chances from explaining a ridiculous theory to my mother.
- Good… ten…
My voice drowned.
Suddenly, I felt something “pulled” my left eye-lid open…
- Hello? Mr. blur inside?
DUH. I turned my body over to the other side.
- WAKE UP !
She even “walked” the shoe with one hand I bought for her on my back…
Still, I ignored her…
- Then…
She switched on the desk light, which made me jump out of the bed immediately, to close the door.
- Anhydre…you…
In a second, she was on my bed and… snoring.
- Hey ! You don’t come here for sleep, do you?
- Hey! (What?!)
I didn’t know she NEEDED TO sleep though…
(zzzzzz...)
And… I found-
She wore one shoe on her right feet while the other lying on the floor.
Now, I was pretty awake. Thanks her !
Picking up the shoe on the ground to the desk, I sit down… and there, 10 stones were arranged into some kind of language… which meant “zz”. I knew that language because we shared a “writer and character” relationship, which I tried to avoid mentioning it in front of her. And, that was another long story…
- Shopping…
I searched my notebook, which I always had my daily record with her inside. Looking at this pair of shoes, I would like to refreshing myself on that day again…
It happened at last last time !
NO.8
We had passed lots of shop with iron gate close, which disappointed Anhydre a lot. She kept raising up her hand pointing sign here and there, asking what’s the store it was. If a store or a stand were open, she would stand right in the front and stared, just stared… until she was satisfied but never walked in. I was surprised even a clothes store could make her gaze for ten minutes.
- Why don’t we get inside?
She shook her head. Stare.
- Embarrassed?
She shook her head. Stare.
- You numb.
- What? No, I am not. I look for what I want and buy what I like. For those I am not interested in, I skip.
- See, so I say you numb. Numb to what you’re used to.
- Maybe, because it’s your first time seeing those things.
- Yeah, curiosity is something. You only know when it comes but no idea when it fades.
- Ha, I don’t see yours will fade, Anhydre.
She laughed lovely and said:
- You know what…. Neither do I !!!!
There was once she even “stuck” her nose on the display window with two hands stamping on it… Looking at the model without blinking her eyes. Curious as she was to everything, I could feel she was attracted by that clothing match.
It was a hooded jacket in dark purple with some kind of irregular geometry shapes and ochre color inside. A V-neck in light gray, was also decorated with shapes. Ripped edge designed its causality and fashion. For the shirts, to lower its color tone, black was chosen, white tokens on it for sparkling and coordinating both jacket and shirt.
I asked her on purpose.
- Do you like it?
She shook her head but still eyes fixed on it.
- You don’t like it?
She shook her head.
- It’s for human?
- Of course. What else could wear it anyway, haha !
-Oh… okay, then let’s go.
She walked away in a slight sign of disappointment.
(What, wait ! Anhydre, are you categorizing yourself in “what else” ?)
No way ! Of course, you can wear it !
When I realized that, it was too late. We were on the other section.
Soon, Anhydre threw her frustration all behind and activated her “question-launching” brain again.
Across the road, we came to a large shoes outlet, which included several sport trendy brands, such as Puma, Adidas, Nike, Converse...etc.
Hundreds of shoes were displayed on the she rack, Anhydre was so elated that she weaved among people and took a look everywhere.
- Hey, Anhydre, you go to the wrong section.
She pretty enjoyed herself immersing in male shoes and browsing vigorously, pointing at the deep blue one on the top…
- You can wear that one! It looks cool.
- It’s for male.
- Doesn’t matter, I guess. All in the shoe shapes, aren’t they?
(It was my first time someone recommends male shoes to me. Should I feel happy?!)
- Yes. But size matters. Bigger in male’s. And also colors, design… lots of things are quite different.
- That’s not fair.
(Fair??? I didn’t know Anhydre was such a “gender equality” person… but sounded like used in wrong place.)
- Physical differences makes it different so it’s quite fair. Your unfairness could be used on stereotype, I think. (Why did I explain this to her?)
She nodded in casual, thinking I was talking some kind of alien language.
To my surprise, like a judge, she asked questions and made a comment for every pair of shoes she was interested in. After nearly an hour, we finally finished taking every scan on each shoes in male part.
Now, it’s female section’s turn, unlike in male’s,
She looked around the whole area first instead, and…suddenly… “TELEPORT” herself to the brand- Reebok- and squatted down, paying a very close attention on...Instapump Fury ! (Did it summon her or something?)
This sudden movement nearly shock my guts out… Making sure no one saw her…I walked to her.
- Anhydre, you WALK too fast !
- It summons me with our eyes clashing so I come as quick as I can.
- So you are saying you like it ?
It’s a pair of quite special shoes. With graffiti in all kind of pen writing and drawing, a cover around the shoes gave its a solid stand...Probably, it was its “independent” figure drew her attention.
After learning a lesson from the clothing, I added:
- Try on. You can wear it.
I gave her a “trust-me” smile.
- Really? Not only for human?
She looked at it in surprise.
- Of course not.
She then sit down on the ground and was about to “stuff in”, mimicking how I wore my snickers at home…
I stopped her.
- Wait. It was not your size. Too big.
- But I like this one…
She said in a poor look and grasped it hard, doubting and afraid that she had to lose her love-ones again !
I couldn’t stop myself laughing… she was so cute but this time, I would like to trick her.
Pretending there was no way, I shook my head…
- Change another one, okay?
And then, I spoke to the clerk near us.
-小姐,可以幫我拿這雙的23號嗎? / Miss, May I have the next size down?
The clerk took the shoe box…
- What did you say?
- As you see she took the box away, so?
- Means no?… o...okay...
Until then did she loose her hand and put it on the rack. This time, she was in a great depression.
- Why do you like it so much? (I even didn't know you're that interested in Earth thing.)
- “Like” needs no reason… “no size” don’t need a reason, either…but “frustration” did have its reason. I lost it.
Meanwhile, the clerk walked back and carried another shoe box.
- BOX BACK !
I didn’t know she could restore her energy so quick… and ready for the hope arriving at any time.
The clerk opened the box and took brand-new one out.
Anhydre’s eyes were Burning. Firing. Sparkling.
I spoke some words to clerk and she left.
Anhydre switching her eyes between two different sizes but exactly the same look.
- TWINS. They are twins. Why does she hide its twin?
- Cuz those are samples. (What the hell with those twin words?)
- Their parents will feel sad if they know it. And why do you lie to me?
- Who lies. I only said “she took the box away”… now, try it !
Anhydre put her one feet inside straightly and then the other.
However, she looked around and asked:
- No lopes?
I laughed.
- Nope. I remember Instapump Fury series don’t have shoe lance.
- Great, then no hurt.
(?)
After stuffing in well, she stood up and tried to “Walk”.
- Why it’s so heavy?
She even couldn’t lift her feet up… guessing she hadn’t figured out how to exert the strength. Her “try-to-walk” look made me laugh.
- DAMN !
Without her feet moving, she kept falling forward to the ground with two hands propping every time when she attempted to walk. Sorry, I was laughing so hard for rolling on the ground then.
After failing several times, I put her on the chair… and lift her back of “heavy” sand feet in shoes up. This was a concrete sand inside.
- Imagine this feeling.
Imitating how we exerted force when we walked… but still no working.
- I think my foot don’t like to stay in the shoes. They kept circulating…as if tried to run away of it.
What?!
But I understood that. Yeah, in the post… her body parts seemed to have its own stubborn in different ways. And not forgetting, she didn’t like to be bound…
FREEDOM ! So in the shoes…
- So put it back?
Anhydre shook her head:
- But I want it.
- But your foot… don’t want to wear it. (What?)
- I can stand.
- You mean, you buy shoes for only standing?(How wasteful.)
- Why not.
- Shoes are for walk and protection….
- and to be liked. The same as my existence, haha ! (Her saying somehow touched my deepest part for her.)
Surrendering to her argument, we bought it still.
You could imagine…
Anhydre walked barefoot with my hand carrying a bag of shoes.
(She always make me break through my limit to stupidity.)
- Anhydre, I got something to surprise you !
I smiled and opened my closet...
_________________
Nor white, neither black,
Coming by and slipping out,
Gone was she you'd know,
Later when the wind set out.
Coming by and slipping out,
Gone was she you'd know,
Later when the wind set out.
-Anhydre.
- Anhydre.Nomade
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Age : 27
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Re: Back to 2019
Mer 10 Juil 2019 - 4:05
2019.06.01Is me that try to find the track of Anhydre?
Or is Pinterest wants me not to forget her?
So that's why I create our accout on Instagram !
I miss you so much after A Pinky Promise ^^
Now we can live as usual and keep our dairy here. Later, I promise, we'll go back to Elysion !
A few words, a little love, a little mess
https://www.instagram.com/anhydre7973/?hl=zh-tw
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Nor white, neither black,
Coming by and slipping out,
Gone was she you'd know,
Later when the wind set out.
Coming by and slipping out,
Gone was she you'd know,
Later when the wind set out.
-Anhydre.
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Re: Back to 2019
Mer 10 Juil 2019 - 4:23
DAILY LIFE -1
2019.06.02- OMG, so this is what makes you abandon me ?
- Uh... No and yes. I don't abandon you! I... just "pause".
- Exam ! So you have to defeat it?
- yes... but I would say pass it.
- Let me help you.
- How?
Then, she pickes up my notebook and is about to tear it up
- Hey, hey, hey... the exam is not like fighting. We don't use violence but intelligence. We fight on paper.
- What a boring game, I quit.
What, you don't need to quit. x)
2019.06.03- I need a blue pen.
- Cool. What's it? Swords or fire inside?
- Nope, only a pen. (Stroke one line on the paper) See ?
- Huh? And...no fly?
- (shake my head) Both for writing and painting. Try. You just hold it and... like this.
(Then she picks up an orange one, once she presses, then KKKKKKKKKK... keeping pressing)
- Wow haha, so funny but no shooting?!
-Ok, OK, enough !
(Then she writes on her left palm and her skin sinks instead.)
- what..what the..hell?
- Uh, actually, no one will try it on herself. Here is the paper. And I will buy this, blue one.
-WHY ? No way ! Orange is better !
- For test, only blue and black allowed.
- Damn ! What a colorist !
Colorist? maybe, she thinks it's the same way of sexist or racist as colorist
Taking my pen, she KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK to the counter !
2019.06.06Anhydre refuses to talk to me for three hours because of this shop's name.
- HAHAHAHA, LOOK ! It's your store. SUPERDRY.
- (looks up)...
- You are super dry, aren't you?
- .......
- I thought you would like my joke.
- Stop talking to me until you got my permission.
(Oh, it's not a good joke ??? but why I laugh so hard !!!)
2019.06.09How Anhydre sees the surroundings around my house when she disperses into sand paticle and flies in the sky.
Damn ! So high.
- Dummy. As a sand girl, how can you move freely if you're scared of heights? And more,
I usually fly higher hiiiiiigherrrrrr than this.
- Good good ! So I will never be you.
2019.06.19- Aaaaaaaah...
- What's wrong again?
- Fuuuuck, T..they...ar...aaaaare atttttacking... miiiiiiii.
(Her voice dotdotdot with the construction. Her sand power worked quite efficiently...)
- Too stammer, kid !
- I...iiiiii.. cannooooot... helpppppp...myyyyself !
Whaaaat are theeeeey fuuucki doooooing ?
- Hahahahaha (Anhydre stared at me laughing to the ground), mend the road or repair the underground pipelines
but you are too... hahaha.
(Until we walked for 500 meters away dare she open her mouth again.)
2019.06.20- What's this?
- Toy.
- Human toy is made of this "fake and hypocritical"?
(Here she meant plastic...probably.)
- Mostly cuz it's lighter and solid and safer for kids.
- ... I just don't understand you. How can you attach your affection to this fake?
- Uh...we don't see it as "fake". When we play it, it's its shape or function we care about.
- So incredible to see a real creature is interested in fake things.
- Guess it's another layer of imagination that you elemental won't understand ! So do you have toy?
- YOU.
- (what the hell?)... Toy cannot be human and I am not your toy !
- Guess it's another layer of spirits that you human won't understand.
2019.06.20- The bandage of ground. (Point at ditch cover.)
- What ! Do you say bandage? (What the hell are you thinking???)
- Yeah, I know, cuz there is a big scar on the ground. A hole.
- Uh...actually it's a ditch cover to prevent the road from flooding. Water will flow to the underground through it.
- Yirk... your ground needs to drink water.
- ...huh?
- So it's the mouth of ground with grid teeth, right?
(Genius, Anhydre. You made me speechless totally.)
2019.07.13AAAAAAAAAAAAAH...
I almost jump up because of her scream...
I turn to her and find she is holding the orange sandglass and murmurs to it !
Waiting for her finishing talking to herself, I ask.
- Do you know what's this?
(Anhydre shook her head but happiness is written fully on her face.)
- I don't know.
- So what did you talk to it?
- I told "them" I will help them get out.
- ...?...(She means she wants to break it ???)
Wait ! CALM DOWN.
Actually, staying there is their job. They go up and down like this
(I turn it upside down) to count time.
- Count time?
- Yeah, it is a tool in timing before clock appears.
- But how do they know when one second will come next? They don't have numbers.
- uh?
- I am worried what if they mix time up now... like missing a second or two...
2019.07.29- Bird ! But why she doesn't need to flap her wings.
- ... It's an Airplane. Kind of transportation.
- Transport what?
- Human. To carry people to other places.
- ??? But I don't see human on it.
- (what a horrible scene?!)No,no,no, inside the airplane.
- In her belly ? Weird, I never see it in Elysion...
but shhhhh ! Don't let her find us; otherwise, she might attack us...
- If you were that curious, why not flying up and saying hello to her... (I laughx))
- Nay, actually I prefer to shoot her down with my sand power and check her throughout.
-......
_________________
Nor white, neither black,
Coming by and slipping out,
Gone was she you'd know,
Later when the wind set out.
Coming by and slipping out,
Gone was she you'd know,
Later when the wind set out.
-Anhydre.
- Anhydre.Nomade
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Age : 27
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Re: Back to 2019
Dim 14 Juil 2019 - 5:12
ELYSION IN DAILY LIFE
2019.07.18Anhydre has me guess which number she is in.
- Let's play. Guess which shelves I am in... (She then disappears.)
- Duh. Get out. I am going to leave.
- ...
- Hurry. God knows where you are.
Anyway, you can run through them. There will be no answer !
- Boring you ! You even don't want to guess.
- No idea.
- If the finger-picker were here, she will definitely know where I am and save me out.
- You are not in danger and she won't want to play such a boring game with you.
- I know she will. We did last time! (Looks at her little finger) And I miss her now...
2019.07.23Just today, I recall how messed I was when I wrote you in the first five posts.
- Hey, Anhydre... how do you know how to spell your name?
- Duh ! What the hell is this question ???
- I mean how do you know you should call "Anhydre", instead of others,
and how do you know the spelling, have you ever got wrong spelling ?
- No, never. Cuz it's my name ! I name myself...
if I don't know it, who else will know me?
- Oh yeah... quite true. But do you know what "Anhydre" literally means?
- Huh? Of course, it means me, who stands in front of you...
a super great awesome sand girl from Elysion!
- Oh... (Did she say super, great awesome?!)
Clearly, there is a big gap between our understanding and she will never know what am I asking...
_________________
Nor white, neither black,
Coming by and slipping out,
Gone was she you'd know,
Later when the wind set out.
Coming by and slipping out,
Gone was she you'd know,
Later when the wind set out.
-Anhydre.
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Re: Back to 2019
Dim 14 Juil 2019 - 5:30
PINTERESTS IN ANHYDRE
2019.07.101000% TRUE
I picked your name as if I were naming my child, maybe more than a child,
I don't know, but like something you know from button of your heart
she got to be different and special and no way to turn back.
I won't forget that "chosen" moment, really exciting and touched !
I will tell you all as you asks about it. ANHYDRE.
Even if I had thousands of name lists,
I believe Anhydre is still my only one choice and you got to be that one.
_________________
Nor white, neither black,
Coming by and slipping out,
Gone was she you'd know,
Later when the wind set out.
Coming by and slipping out,
Gone was she you'd know,
Later when the wind set out.
-Anhydre.
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Re: Back to 2019
Sam 17 Aoû 2019 - 17:07
DAILY LIFE -2
DAILY LIFE -2
2019.08.17Anhydre has stayed beside my fan without hanging out for six days.
She resents the weather and everything.
- uh...ah... I am going to die...
(Lying on my bed with fan on, she groans, looking up at the ceiling.)
- Let's go. We can have fun in supermarket... or convenient store.
- noooooo... just let me be a pile of sand and the wind keep myself dry.
- We can walk in the hallway, so that no drops will bother you.
- noooooo... humidity will assassinate me...
- Duh but don't you feel bored?
- Uuuuh, humidity has cut off my bored-sense nerve probably.
- Then, congrats, you have five more days.
- uh...ah... I am going to die.
In fact, I don't know you can be such a homebody...
DAILY LIFE -2
2019.08.22Anhydre NEVER follows the traffic rules.
- It's red light. We should stop here for green light.
(Anhydre looks around.)
- Why?
- Because it's time for cars from that direction. We have to wait for fifty seconds.
(Anhydre smiles and then disappears.)
- Hey !
(In less than one second, she waves to me on the other side of road.)
- SHIT !
(Finally, traffic light changes...)
- You are so late. In that fifty seconds, guess, how many times did I across the road?
- I don't know. Two or three?
- Hahaha, nope ! About thirty times... and it's so cool when cars pass by...
I enjoy that speed and "you-cannot-catch-me" excitement.
Maybe, next time, you can try.
- No thanks. It kills me.
2019.08.30- Look ! It's so cute !
- ....(I nearly jump up from the ground.) Damn...
(Anhydre picks it up before I can stop her.)
- What the hell are you doing !Get it away from me.
(Anhydre swings it in the air and smiles at it.)
- She got lost maybe. Poor creature.
- PUT. IT. BACK. She will find the way home.
-OK,OK, little caterpillar, I am made of sand, which cannot feed you to be a butterfly...
(she then puts it on the ground and gives it a blowing,
which pours out lots of sand; nearly to bury it.)
My bless with you.
- (Look at Anhydre.) Poor creature.
(Anhydre then wipes all her body and face with the hand that touches caterpillar.)
- Why did you do that?
- To avoid your touch.
2019.08.31- Hey, Anhydre, you know what... I was thinking of you
when I watched those beautiful waves.
It would be so great if you were there.
- So yark. Please think of me when you are in a desert.
- I will. But I would really like to tell you, water isn't such a bad and terrifying thing
if you chose a right way to appreciate it.
- Hum... Well...part of you are right.
(I look at her with excitement, so now she is persuaded?!)
.... but considering our "safety distances", looking at the picture is quite a nice way !
I: ......O.ooo...k...
(So? Who wins? And What the hell with that safety distance?!)
2019.09.15The first time Anhydre being interested in my food...
- Nom nom nom...
- Gosh... what are you eating ?
- Mooncake. We often eat it in Mid-moon Festival, kind of custom.
- But it's like sand...
- uh... well. It's mung bean inside but yes, it's also particles...
- What do you call that?
- Mung bean pastry.
- Ok. So next time, you may want to try a real sand pastry called...
- ...Called?
- Anpeanydry and I have raw material.
- oh...but, no thanks.
2019.10.25Anhydre is angry at me for not thinking of her in such a long time.
- Hey, Anhydre... stop being mad at me. You know I am quite busy and messy recently.
- ...
- Hey ! I know you are pretty lonely. Sorry.
- ...
- Look what I bring !
- (Her firing stare finally sweeps toward me) Give me. Let me see what compensation you've made.
- Stone ! rock ! It's your food !
- (Frown)...
- Take one !
- (Frown and turns it around)...
- What's wrong? You don't like it?
- Perhaps you should try the real one. (She pours sand from her palm...)
- Hey, no... please do not. I surrender ! Sorry, it's my fault !
I shouldn't lie to a weir-d-real sando.
- Huh. A bad lair.
- But a good trap. Haha, finally, you are willing to talk to me !
- Not the scene I imagine. you, bravo stupid.
2019.10.31Aaaaaaaargh, Anhydre is going crazy !
- Looooooooook !
- Huh?
- Omg, that hair style ! I want it !
- What?
- Grass. Spiky ! Pisy-pissysysysy. (She pokes upward.)
- Huh? Isn't your hair also made of sand? Can sand stand up like that?
- You idiot.
- What ?! Don't tell me you want to plant such a plant on your head !
- Why not???
- O...okay, if.. you want. (WTF?!)
- What do you usually call?... PUNK?
- Pineapple.
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Nor white, neither black,
Coming by and slipping out,
Gone was she you'd know,
Later when the wind set out.
Coming by and slipping out,
Gone was she you'd know,
Later when the wind set out.
-Anhydre.
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