The soft sounds of rustling grass breezed throughout the field.

Ears covered with raven fur twitched as the picked up on the grass’ whispers, the wind that blew through the field grazing through his fur.

Kei let out a sigh, his own breath mingling itself with the air, joining along with the breeze.

The scene was strangely tranquil.

His tail swished against the slightly dewy grass, it felt cold and clammy, the fur on his tail turning damp as it brushed against the blades of greenery, he could hear a soft sound echo from the distance, a snap. The sound had most likely originated from some small wildlife, it wouldn’t be unusual.

Despite that thought however, he opened his eyes, slightly dulled azure eyes revealing themselves as he focused his gaze in the distance in a futile attempt at potentially seeing what had caused the sound. Azure depths narrowed ever so slightly, his tail and ears stopping in their movement as if a deathly still had taken a hold on them.

The sound had irked him, he could not determine why, but it did.

He stood up with careful movements and glanced at his sides once again in a futile attempt at potentially seeing any disturbances. He saw none.

Was he getting paranoid?

Maybe he was, maybe he wasn’t, yet, despite it all, he was somehow sure that something was amiss, it nagged at him. It had been nagging at him for quite some time by now, it had kept him on edge, his usual lengthy patience had run dreadfully short as he had been unusually skittish.

Something was watching him.

Something is watching him.

Someone…
Someone is watching him.

He was sure about it, he was being observed for reasons that he could not explain, ever since he had arrived in Limsa Lominsa after years of solitude, he had felt eyes upon him. Gauging his actions, watching him as he fruitlessly sought for the past. He did not know what they wanted, or what their intentions were, but he felt cornered.

His instincts screamed at him.

The tranquility of the scene had been completely forgotten as he battled with his own internal turmoil, azure eyes had long lost focus as he just stood there, worrying.

The wind kept on brushing against him, almost as if it were trying to soothe him.

He had forgotten, why had he come here anyways, he did not remember, his mind had been distracted as he had come here.

What was he doing before this? Ah–… right, he had been…?

He did not remember, why could he not remember, why, why couldn’t he–…?

Azure eyes turned their sights up into the sky, the moon shone its light upon his figure, his already fair skin appearing even more pale than usual as he bathed in the moon’s light. He sighed.

It made no sense, he did not understand, everything was so vague, so lost.

He had forgotten everything, what was his purpose?
Dreams?
Goals?
Reasons?

He did not remember, it had all vanished as he fought against his inner paranoia.

A pale hand rose in order to wipe at his eyes, the wind cooled his fingers as liquid clung to them. Azure eyes regained their focus slightly as he gazed upon the vicinity, the earlier disturbance forgotten as he knelt down back into the grass, he could feel the cold touch of the damp blades through his clothing, his usually thin pants barely protecting him from the cold.

He shivered.

He couldn’t understand, yet, despite it all…
All will had left him.

He just sat there, staring forward in silence.

Why, why did he feel this way? Why did this scene make him feel like this? He felt sad, scared, and a strange amount of fondness, nostalgia.

But why?

Where?

Why?

Where?

Why?

He did not understand, he couldn’t remember, why?

Why was this place, this field, this time, this location, this scene…

Why would it be so important to him?

It bothered him to no end, as he sat there, the cold touch of the grass almost piercing through his skin as he bathed in the silence. His vision blurred, a faint feeling overwhelming him as realization shot through him.

Had it been a dream?

Leaving that place… had it all just been a dream?

He did not want to leave that place, yet he never wanted to see it again either, he didn’t want to be there, yet he wanted to be there.

It was important.

It is important.

But why?

He picked up on the feeling of a thin cloth on his person, he didn’t want to open his eyes.

He wanted to go back.

Please let me go back.

I don’t want to go back, but please let me go back.

The cold had vanished as he returned to the waking world. He wanted to return, he wanted to go back, he wanted to experience that place again.

That melancholic, yet tranquil, field.

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This was written on a whim (while listening to sad music), I figured that I would post it here while I was at it :)