Difference between revisions of "Cutscene: A Brand New Year"

~/o A desert of sand in front of me <br> Mysterious runes call to me<br> A single door lying there<br> Safety when I was running scared<br><br> Six different people you see<br> No one's afraid really<br> All we have to do is face<br> Face the truth behind the facade<br><br> I only see what my eyes want to see<br> I only feel the truth that is given to me<br> Memories memories of the past<br> Memories memories of the present<br> But what do the memories hold<br> For the future lying before my eyes?<br><br> It's the beginning of a new year<br> beginning of new memories<br> what memories will you leave behind?<br> What memories will you find?<br><br> What fantasies will call you?<br> What dreams will see you through?<br> What memories will you cry at?<br> What memories will see you through?<br><br> I only see what my eyes want to see<br> I only feel the truth that is given to me<br> Memories memories of the past<br> Memories memories of the present<br> But what do the memories hold<br> For the future lying before my eyes?<br><br> Entering through the door I run<br> Danger death destruction in front of me<br> What memories will I find<br> What memories will I run from<br><br> The only thing I know is<br> that deep down in my heart<br> fear is the only thing keeping me<br> away from the things I want to see<br><br> I only see what my eyes want to see<br> I only feel the truth that is given to me<br> Memories memories of the past<br> Memories memories of the present<br> But what do the memories hold<br> For the future lying before my eyes? o/~<br><br> . o O<br><br> Writing the final eighth note over the last word on the music notation sheet, Yuuka Chiba turns her thoughts inward, tapping her pen on the paper in front of her. Her face is clouded, cheeks red, as her thoughts go back to that single door. Without thinking about it, her eyes turn to her own dorm room door. So plain. The knob, tarnished, instead of golden. The frame, unmarred by runes of destruction and healing, of faith and hope, of loss and fear.<br><br> Biting her bottom lip, she looks back at the paper.<br><br> It's time to go back.

~/o A desert of sand in front of me <br> Mysterious runes call to me<br> A single door lying there<br> Safety when I was running scared<br><br> Six different people you see<br> No one's afraid really<br> All we have to do is face<br> Face the truth behind the facade<br><br> I only see what my eyes want to see<br> I only feel the truth that is given to me<br> Memories memories of the past<br> Memories memories of the present<br> But what do the memories hold<br> For the future lying before my eyes?<br><br> It's the beginning of a new year<br> beginning of new memories<br> what memories will you leave behind?<br> What memories will you find?<br><br> What fantasies will call you?<br> What dreams will see you through?<br> What memories will you cry at?<br> What memories will see you through?<br><br> I only see what my eyes want to see<br> I only feel the truth that is given to me<br> Memories memories of the past<br> Memories memories of the present<br> But what do the memories hold<br> For the future lying before my eyes?<br><br> Entering through the door I run<br> Danger death destruction in front of me<br> What memories will I find<br> What memories will I run from<br><br> The only thing I know is<br> that deep down in my heart<br> fear is the only thing keeping me<br> away from the things I want to see<br><br> I only see what my eyes want to see<br> I only feel the truth that is given to me<br> Memories memories of the past<br> Memories memories of the present<br> But what do the memories hold<br> For the future lying before my eyes? o/~<br><br> . o O<br><br> Writing the final eighth note over the last word on the music notation sheet, Yuuka Chiba turns her thoughts inward, tapping her pen on the paper in front of her. Her face is clouded, cheeks red, as her thoughts go back to that single door. Without thinking about it, her eyes turn to her own dorm room door. So plain. The knob, tarnished, instead of golden. The frame, unmarred by runes of destruction and healing, of faith and hope, of loss and fear.<br><br> Biting her bottom lip, she looks back at the paper.<br><br> It's time to go back.