One
night, I was searching for something in the attic. What exactly I was
searching for, I can’t recall. The dust in the old house’s attic had
begun to form a layer that looked impossible to clean but among the
junk, I found a small, mechanical robot that I had played with as a
child.
I took the toy robot back to my desk and carefully wiped away the dust.
“I remember this scratch. So many dents… I wonder if it still works.”
Creeeak… Brrrrrr…
With
that familiar noise, the robot started to move. Right then, something
began to stir within me. A blue planet. It was something I’d once held
dear, yet I had completely forgotten it.
“Phantasmagoria.”
Suddenly, the word slipped from my mouth.
Memories
from childhood came flooding back. Those innumerable fragments of
memory appeared all around the room, taking shape, glittering and
swirling, before finally forming into a single blue sphere and flying
out of the window at great speed.
“Wh-Where did it go?”
I found it near the coast. A cosmic brooch, suspended against the jet-black void: Phantasmagoria.
“I wonder how I can get there…”
