Queena Martell

[Song: Waiting and the Orange Cat]

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The sound chords let the wind pass by to greet you. The trees swayed like waves. I stood on the highest branch of a large tree. Keep an eye on everything that's going on under the lights in the middle of a quiet city. before stepping on the ground and falling to the ground

I look up at the sky Smiling at the starry sky, he looked towards the face of a fluffy orange-furred little cat that was staring intently at a clear amber color. It moved its lips and made a sound of greeting. He nodded in invitation before turning around and walking away.

“Let's go.”

About that

I still don't know who I am and what I'm doing standing up in the tree. Just every time I open my eyes, the picture in front of me is a big, chaotic city that never changes. It's just that yesterday seemed a little different because the rain was acidic. Plus, the other day, rocks were able to float up into the sky. You probably think I'm crazy, which I probably am. Because I don't know what words to describe those stories. But I'm telling the truth. It happened over and over again, and the morning was quiet.

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The sound of singing I still can't find my way home. But it wouldn't be long before the tour guide walked ahead at a steady pace. Don't rush or slow. Didn't even look back to see if I was following along or if I was still in my tracks. He seemed sure that I had to go anyway.

which is true

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I passed into a narrow alley and onto a wide road. The loneliness began to grip my legs, causing me to slow down. Even if following through seems more difficult than expected But he still hasn't stopped walking. My heart seemed to clench every time the music picked up the pace. As the cat ran until it disappeared from sight. I looked left and right and without hesitation decided to move forward through the fountain into the next alley.

run with heart

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I stopped in front of the last house, which still had its lights on even though the surroundings were completely dark. Green gardens are left to dry up. The wooden fence is rotten and has not been repaired. But a humming sound resounded from within, forcing him to push forward sensibly. Both hands reached out and grabbed the knob but couldn't turn it yet. The same orange cat leapt from the roof and stood in front of him.

“Come on.”

Why? Why do I understand what it's saying?

“Come on.”

"Wait a minute. Was it 'mow' just now? Was it 'meow' or 'meow'?"

“I said, 'Come on,' or rather, 'You can go.'”

deep

I can understand cat language. I know it's telling me to turn around. Walk back out of this house. But even then, two trembling hands still refused to release the doorknob.

I really want to open it.

“Come on, come on.”

"but…"

“Wait, it's not time yet.”

It's like I understand. but don't want to follow

I turned it and it clicked. Move your feet and step into the bright light. But he was kicked in the side by four furry legs, causing him to fall on his back and his buttocks socketed.

“You have to put your hands on your feet.”

“Wow, that's a lot of power.”

“Come on.”

I nodded, assuming that it wouldn't be safe to upset this orange cat's heart. But before he could lift his butt off the floor, the hum behind the door stopped. The owner of the house must have expressed his suspicions.

“Who is that!”

“Did you see that? Hurry.”

I thoughtlessly followed behind the little cat, who didn't know why he was in such a hurry and who asked. But the door was slowly closing itself and the music had returned, sweet and clear. I keep walking even though I don't know why I'm doing this. I agreed to leave that house and secretly hoped that I would sneak back to visit sometime from now on.

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The cat picked up his pace. I must have walked far from the city because the darkness started to work harder when there was no light from the lampposts on both sides of the road. Plus, the moon was also obscured by thick clouds moving in. The only thing that looked normal was probably the glow from the orange cat in front of him.

Is that right?

If you're wondering, let me tell you: Anyone who has ever stood and watched acidic rain erode branches and grass and rocks soared skyward to become constellations over and over again every night. You probably wouldn't be too shocked by a glowing, talking cat. But with the darkness that seems to reduce the level of vision It's more strange than anything.

Can't see anything.

"arrived"

The little cat stopped walking and the light faded. Leave me alone in the dark No lullaby music There was no trace of the breath that had never been there in the first place.

Why?

Even though I can't remember anything, yes! I thought I was dead. After all, what kind of person would fall from a tree that high and not even get a scratch?

I stood in the darkness for a while longer before the light from the wooden lantern overhead flashed brightly, showing the image in front of my eyes, letting me know that I was not alone. People began to walk out of the narrow alley and into the glowing center of the puddle on the ground. Standing together in a circle with their eyes wandering, looking aimless at life.

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A puddle of water was stuck on the shallow ground, but when you stepped on it, it disappeared. The first man left. Next was the old woman. third child Followed by a soft push and whispered words from behind.

I am the fourth

"nevermind"

It probably won't be anything. At least I think so. But as soon as the feet touched Splashes of water soaked the hem of her skirt. The whole world was turned upside down.

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The other world is singing a melody I looked around but no one appeared in sight. The same voice still reverberates. In harmony with the whistling wind that makes the heart tremble. Suddenly, tears flowed down her cheeks. A faint pink tinge appeared on his face again.

So familiar

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The reflection at your feet from the puddle became clearer every moment. It pulls me down. Switch back to the original world. Then start again over and over with many memories in your head. It's like I'm forgetting. It's like it's stuck so firmly in place that you can't shake it off before you can fully recover your identity.

Queena Martel

my name

The humming sound had long since disappeared and all that was left was the same orange cat. We both stood and looked at each other. 'It' wasn't! I have to call it 'you' to be correct. I'm probably considering what words I should say.

“Hello Quina.”

“You're so late.”

“It takes time. Are you ready?”

"I think you're ready. Come on."

Orange cats pounced on their shoulders and screeched as they began to sing the melody of the night. I just realized what I had heard all along from the beginning until I regained my memory.

my own voice

The swirling wind blew us both away into another world, behind the old, worn door of that house that we had wanted to enter but had been forbidden before. I pushed it away, walking into the bright light, and an orange cat stood still. on the right shoulder There is no more hesitation or doubt about anything.

I am not dead but stuck inside like everyone else, only waiting to be guided back to myself and light again.

“Come back, Quina.”

“Welcome Quina.”

“Sing the melody of the night. Continue to guide people and lost cats, Quina Martel.”

finish

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for joining this journey together.

Then meet Quina Martel at the front stop inside.

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