PCP – 203

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Meanwhile, Damia had a bizarre dream that night. Standing alone in the dark, she looked around and tilted her head.

‘Where is this place?’

It was dark but not particularly scary. It was because evening primroses bloomed in clusters and shined white wherever her feet touched.

As she looked down at her feet, stepping into an empty space, she realized: this was a dream.

‘Is this what you call a lucid dream?’

Damia watched the soft light emanating from the evening primroses drifting off. The halo seemed to be trying to guide her towards a direction.

‘I don’t know where I’m going, but it doesn’t matter because it’s a dream anyway.’

With that in mind, Damia willingly followed the lights.

She couldn’t tell if the time she spent walking was long or short but at the end of her path was someone waiting for her… … Unexpectedly, it was Sienna.


Under a white chemise that looked like her pajamas, her limbs were bare, and she greeted her with a tiny wave.

“We met again.”

Contrary to her lofty reputation of being the most outstanding prophet in the kingdom, Sienna looked like a girl. Her clear eyes meeting Damia’s, were a transparent lavender as if the hazy curtain was removed.

She could tell her eyes which in reality were originally blind, were now “seeing” herself clearly, maybe because it was a dream.

“I have been waiting for you, Damia Primula.”


“I want to show you something.”

Sienna stood up from her seat and held out her hand with an open and casual attitude. Seeing this, Damia hesitated for a moment.

It was because the moment she saw Sienna’s face, she thought of someone who looked awfully similar. Because of this, she could not readily hold her hand.

“Oh, you’re thinking of him, aren’t you?”

Guess she wasn’t just a fortune teller. Sienna noticed her thoughts like a ghost. And, unexpectedly, she smiled slightly.

“After all, you made him cry. I thought I’d have to wait a little longer for that to happen, but you’re incredible.”

It wasn’t a sarcastic tone. Rather it was closer to recalling uncomplicated facts.

“I can’t even remember the last time I saw his tears.”

After Sienna finished her words, she stared at her with curiosity and donned a stunned look as if she were amazed. Because of this, Damia was very embarrassed.

Fortunately, Sienna soon took her eyes off her and muttered freshly.

“Well, he needs to be in pain. That’s how much he hurt others.”

Instead, Sienna said that this episode would help clear his karma and proceeded to refer to abstract concepts Damia didn’t understand. She was talking about unfamiliar concepts of karma and causation.

‘What is she talking about?’

Damia was perplexed by the divinator’s peculiar and mysterious way of speaking. Then, after she had finished her one-sided conversation talking to her at will, Sienna suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her.

“Now, follow me. There is not much time left.”

After a moment of following her, Damia suddenly came to her senses and asked:

“Where are we going?”

“We will go back to the past now.”

“Yes? What… … ?”

Baffled, she became speechless at Sienna’s outlandish response she couldn’t keep up with. She thought they were talking in the same language, but somehow she didn’t understand her.

Sienna, however, explained evenly and monotonously, 

“I wanted to show you someday. What our past was like.”

“Why tell me about the past— No, more than that, what do you mean by ‘our’?”

“Me and Akkard, that basic jerk.”

In response to Akkard’s story, Damia reflexively sealed her mouth. Sienna did not mind at all and cursed her brother casually.

“I don’t want you to forgive him, but see it. It is true that he is a helpless rascal in the first place, right?”

At the same time, she shrugged her shoulders. And she added,

“I just want to show you. Why he become such a fool.”

When she finished her words, her eyes smiled at Damia. Then they proceeded to walk.

It was very strange to walk with her. Damia felt like she was going against a current as if she was about to be swept away by a roaring whirlpool.

That’s why she felt more and more ill. Damia, who had been forcibly holding back her nausea, finally reached her limit and stopped her steps for a moment.

“Wait, can’t we just take a break?”

After asking for understanding, Damia sat down. And with her head bowed, she took a deep breath as if vomiting.

‘Weird. If it’s a dream, why is it so painful?’

Damia was puzzled by her vivid sensations. Then Sienna patted her back lightly and said:

“Well, it might be a little too much for you since it’s your first time.”

“Yes, I don’t know… … .”

“But, we’re here now. Now, raise your head.”

Damia lifted her head, drawn by her strange voice. At that moment, a whip flew in front of her like lightning.

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