4 Thoughts of a Little Girl

"Who are you?"

A girl dreamed of a vast and wide space. This space spanned the entirety of all existence, as far as she could see. Cute little gatherings of clouds were floating and the floor was made of them as well.

In front of her stood a girl of similar stature and height.

She had blazing bright hair, compared to any other, her hair would be the embodiment of a true scarlet color.

She looked down at her own, hers only shone dimly, and seemed as fragile as glass. It felt as if her hair was made of dirt and the girl in front of her, diamond.

"Hahaha! Do not worry child. Even though you may be despairing at our differences, I assure that you won't be so sad in the future!"

The small girl shook her head.

"Uhm, although who are you?"

It felt as if she had repeated this question millions of times and every time she would forget her answer.

"̶̨̨͕͇̹͎͍̪͖̪̋͆̏̈̈́͂͊͑͌̚B̶̧̧̨̛̙͈̞̥̯͖͇͑̃̇͐̔́̈́ę̴̚͘h̴̢̻̩̗͖͚̱͓̙̬̞̹͌͂͊̕ö̶̺̦̪̽͝l̵̨̧̡͈͈̹̲̫͉̻̇́͋̉ͅḓ̵̣͈̝͎͉̲̤͖̯͉̄̎̓̒̀͂͒͘͝ͅ ̴̧̝͉͉̤͓́̽m̶̞̥͍̂̈̿̒̚y̵̱̣̳͚͈̘͗̇̈́̉́̑̆͑̋̍̀͠ ̸̡͎̯͖̫̳̥̦͇́̽̈́n̴͖̆͊̉a̴̢̛͓̘̝̦̲̥̓͋̒͆̎m̵̡̢̨̮̺͙͓̙̺̩̠͑͊̾̄͋͋̅͘͜͠ê̶̡͌̎̌̌͊̋̔!̴̧̨͈̙͍͇̋ ̸̻̘́̀̊͑̈́͝͠E̸̻̻̼̩̾͂̒́̅̏̊̈́̕͝K̷̘͒̄͘R̵̗̘̺̹̬̩̱̝͂̽͋̔͒̓J̶̤̥̹͓̘͛Ě̵͓͔͓̹̥̲͕́̓̂̋͌̃V̸͎͈̙͈̝͇͆̊M̵̧͚̭͆̀̾͘ ̵̢̡͉̲͉̠̖̓̆̀̈͆I̵̬͔͎̟̹̽͐͑͗͜͠t̴̛͕̬̝̄̉͆̌͘͝ ̶̜̘͕̺̣̉͂͛̉͂̈̔́͊̃̈́̓ȉ̴̛͇̼̤̯̑͋̏̿̓̈̋̑š̴͉͕̻̒̉̿͐̍͌́́ ̸̛̥̥̙͝s̷͔̏̐͆̊͂͆̊o̵͎͎̹̮̙͙̱̎͜ͅṃ̴̨͍̹̗͖͖̈́͒̎͊̃̏̈́̒̍̾͜͠͝ͅȇ̴̛͙̠̯̜͐̾̋̍̚̚͘͝ͅţ̶̺͇̟̜̄́h̵̡̛̞͍͍̣̺͎̄́̔̂i̷̩̯̺̪̥͕͚͛̅͆̿͝͠n̷̢̨̟̜̥͍͚͙͍̗͕̪̄́̏̃̂̿̿͛̎͒͐g̶̙̹̥̣̙̘͙̝͉̖̹̎̿̔͒̒̿̔̒ ̵͎̹̩̯̳̍t̴̨̢̛̳̪̼̲͖͇͌̾̈̎͆͜ͅͅh̷̦̮̻̱͈̤̆a̷̧̡̫̣͇̣̜̽̈̿͐̍̄͐̈́͜ͅt̶͖̯̰͖̦̬͔̠͍͇͕͋͛̉͒͗̈́ ̷̢͍͔̬̳͆̄m̵̭̣̩͎̜͛̇͂̀͐̒͠a̸̺͇̤̪̝̿͗͊̈̓͛̑̓͘͠ṋ̵͉̠̥̝̐̄̌y̷̼͔̤̼̫̳̰̰̎͑͂̈͒̈͠ ̴̢̹͔͚͓̞̦̣͙͓̘̂p̵̢̺̲͆̒̚͜͠͠ȩ̸̢͓͔̼̓̄̒̀̕͜o̸̱̘͕̜̱̻̱̔̇̅́̊̃̃̃p̷̡͓̠̦̿͌ͅl̶̰͓͚̫̝͍̺͕͕̇͝é̵̪͂͊̆̅̄̈͒̚ ̸̡̺̤̬̳̔͋̾ḩ̸͍͒̅̈́̔͂ą̶̞̠̩̱̋̓͘v̵̩̖̿̾̍͘ȇ̸̯͓̦̌̄̄̔̒̑̇̊̈ ̷̫͍̮̉͗̑͋̾͋̇͊̓ͅr̸̢̞̭͉̬̭̗̭͆̓͜e̵̻̳͎̱̽͗v̴̢͉̮͕̰͇͇̝̻͛͐͒̿́e̶̤̟̻̞͑̍͑͌r̴̢̛̻̙̠̥̥͔̪̦̈̈́̈́͘e̴͙̻̦̹̦̋́̽̈̅͘ͅd̶̨̮̹͔̥̙̜̣̃̈́͛̓̇̋̓͘͠ ̸̢̨̧̢̼͕̱̗͙͔̯̀̾̓̈͝í̴̧̻͝ņ̷̘͕̭̾̈́̒̋̓̿̑̏̕ ̷̡̡̲̜̮̹̫̣̩͕̳͕̂̈́̉̀̌t̵̨͎̞͈͎̀̃̇͑̈́̾̐́̕͜ḩ̷̼̞̳̩̺̅͊̍̊̈́̅͊̑̓̚͝ͅe̴̜̼̰̻͎̐̊͊́͂͋ ̵̡̟̜͉̭̦̯̱̳̰̔̎͗͋͛̒̑̈̀̏͜͝ͅp̶̢̛̘͈͕̫̝͎̥͒̒̎͌̑͘͝a̷̢̧̳̹̤̝̱̺̪͍̳̋͝s̷̗͕̮̐͜ͅţ̶̨͕̩͍̝͎̗̘͚̖̌́̈́͐̉ ̸̛̙̮͕̩̣̔͗͆̊̏̀a̵̡̛͓̻̯̘̪̓̾̎̓̾͑͘͘ǹ̸͕d̵̝̭̺̖̃͘ ̷̞̪͙͓̜͍͒̍̅̆̎͘ͅİ̷̼̲͓͚̤̩̻̮̤̦̞̄ͅ ̴̭͔͔͎͙͇̼̠̝̖̈́c̸͓̯̀̓̈͆͊́͐̐̃ŏ̶̧̘̺̪̘̠̲̰̀͊̊̿̉̈́̾̓͝ǘ̵̧̾͆͒̈́͊̋̂l̴̤̪͓͔̬̪̞͓̥̇̇͐̎̒̔̕d̷̰̘̎͋̈́͊̽̋̇̈̓ ̴͙̔ḅ̶͚̬̗̺́̈́̅̀͠e̸̪̹͐̉̆̈́ ̷̢̛̖͙̹̮̤̻̦̐̿̄̓̍͠c̷̦̋̈̎̈́̈́̾͌͘͠o̴̡̡̙̻̫̒͂̂̆̄̅̈͘n̷̡̨͓͙̺̪̲̰͕̠̖̘͐͛̾̊̌s̶̡̻͈͎͖̻̼̟̊͐͗́̒͊͆͘̚̚͠i̵̻̤̘͂͂ḑ̶̢̡̥̩̫̰̟̹̜͊̀̊̾̌͗̄̋̈́̾̅̈́ę̷͇͇̭͗̈̽͛͗́͌̓̈́͆̕͝ŗ̶̛̻̙̻̗̫͍̗̞͎̇é̵̳̣̈́̅̇̈́̈́́͜d̵̢͙̠͖̠̟̘̥͉̮̥̘͑͒ ̸̢̨̨̹̪͙̳͍̻͓̟̐a̸̡̖͕̻̠̝̯̯̳̰͛͛͝ŝ̶̨̢͕̙̞͚͈̘̓͂̚ ̵̺͙̟̬͎͆t̵͍͓̞̙̭̀̅̐̽͐͌͘͝͝͠ḫ̶͚́é̶̺̞̗͎̦̮̆͋̎̋̈́͐͜͝ ̸̡͇̭̘͇̗̦͕͍̰̉̇̓͐̔̕ú̴̞͈̋̃͛̍̑͘̚͠l̶̢̘̙̳̙̺̦̅̽̄͘ͅt̶͕̮̣͖͇̯̅͝í̶̖͕̯͂̀̓̓͆͌̈́̇̈́m̷͚̼̳͎̻͈͓͇̣̤̭̉̔̌̈́̏̿̉̆͆͠ͅa̶̻͇̫͙̲͚̣̘̣͗ͅt̴̖̫͍͈̥̾̍̉̑͗̉̈́́̾̄͝ẻ̷̟̰͚̮̀̍ ̶͕̺̮͓̠͕̼̈́̂̃̍̐̅̂͑̄̑͊̕͜g̶̥͍̀͆̄̄̇̈́͒͌ǫ̴̭̺̖̲̥͚̩̌̿̿͂ḏ̴̼̙͓͔͎̙͎̤̦͖̗̓̊̃̈̾͊͝d̴̢͓̘͒͗̓͗̐͊̎̚͠e̷̱̫̖̙̫̟̹̱͋̓̏̓́͊̔͝͝͝s̶̢͙̠̤̮̑̾̕s̴͔̊́́̍̈́̇̈!̷̬̃̆͘"̷̻̟̥̖̦̰̲̲͍̪͛͗͋̌̄͒͐̎͋̕͝͝ͅ

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Rather, she couldn't understand her statement.

"Hey, little lady, don't you think it's a bit rude to space out in front of such a grand introduction?!"

"Er, uhm no!" Squirming, the little girl waved her hands.

"Well did you not hear me....?" Glancing around her, she turned towards the child;

"Looks like our time is up, I know that you won't remember this little meeting.."

The proud girl sighed.

"While dreams allow you to interact with people you usually can't... One wouldn't normally remember what transpires inside it. Take care of me."

Confused, the little girl could only watch as she, herself, started to fade away.

At that final moment, she saw the once proud girl shedding a tear.