35 – 35. The Night Before the Wedding.
“…I can’t sleep.”
It shouldn’t come. Even though I clearly know what you’re going to do from now on.
“…You know that it’s not what it seems, right?”
Can’t you see that we’re trying not to feel everything about you, and yet you’re trying to bring one of these…unrevealed consciousnesses to life?
“Yes…an extraordinary consciousness. It will complete everything about me, make every moment of my life beautiful…”
He fell asleep.
“He fell asleep later than I thought. hehehe. Maybe because of the tension… I can’t help but tremble when I read his inner thoughts that echo in my ears.”
Ah, his and my wedding is tomorrow.
The sun has set far away, and the moon rises brilliantly. Today is the perfect opportunity. Perhaps this is fate. The day before the wedding, which is a day when the ceremony can be held.
The moment when the destinies of two souls truly become one.
He said it was an important and sacred ceremony where people with different blood become life partners, sharing even deep secrets and becoming one family,
But I want more than that.
If he is not of this world, I will follow him.
In my heart, I want to bind his soul to this world and his to mine, but in reality, I am grateful enough that he accepted me living only within this mansion as I wanted.
So this time, it’s my turn to be bound to him.
And what I need is this very moment when the boundaries of souls become blurred.
After finishing the tea, I wiped his lips clean with a cloth while he was deeply asleep.
And I poured some water, holding it in my mouth, and let it flow into his mouth.
With this, there was no need for me to be drugged in the final moment of the ritual.
I have the responsibility to bring him back to his original position until the end.
How good would it be if I could touch his soul directly? How can I convey that my heart is truly reaching him?
Even though I don’t like using the title “you” and calling out a false name, how would he react if he knew I was doing this to avoid being exposed to his secret?
If I caress his true body and give him a kiss, will he finally rely on me completely?
The time has come. Let’s move him.
I carefully lift the vessel containing his soul. The delicate breath tickles my eyebrows.
Please continue to sleep peacefully. Until this entire ritual is over.
I walk through the empty mansion with him asleep by my side.
The sound of quiet footsteps echoes through the hallway.
As that day suddenly comes to mind, I pull him closer to my embrace.
“…Ubb…”
Ah, how delightful it is to bury him in this flesh he loves.
Fortunately, he seems satisfied with my shell, and the fact that I can make him happy is so wonderful.
Can I take my true form to the other side as well?
I’ll have to make a new vessel. That’s something we’ll do together, so don’t worry.
Now, we are completely connected, tormented by a different form of hunger.
The cursed fate twisted, the secret god bound by a new destiny.
The end of my love. I hang myself with a new determination to see it and place a lock around my neck.
And yet, I rejoice in it.
“Deciding one’s own fate is truly an act that only a god can do. I have just done that. I have escaped from my predetermined fate.”
The day I embraced him for the third time, he collapsed in exhaustion and fell into my arms, his lips meeting mine. On that day, what approached me made a promise.
“Allow me to witness the end of you and this man. In the countless entangled fates, in the never-ending threads, let me see the ends.”
“I am no longer a being who seeks and praises secrets. I will become a collector who seeks to capture the moments of your dark and deep emotions.”
However, I can understand its emotions and thoughts.
If I could embrace him and hold his warmth countless times, I would also sacrifice anything.
Even if it is a power that makes people tremble in fear, even if it is a lifetime dedicated to a single task.
If I could be with him and share our destiny, I would do anything.
I believe that the moment the longing to obtain what you desire reaches its peak, the ache in your heart disappears.
Because you know you won’t stop until you have it in your hands.
Strange objects prepared with the crows long ago.
The deep navy buds that only reveal their insides in the moment of dawn.
The first black feather of the smallest bird he plucks.
Two strands of my hair, a bag filled with my fingernails and toenails. His truths imprinted with my blood.
The writing of his country, the knowledge of his world. Things that should not exist in this world are contained in this paper.
But I must not speak of it aloud. Until I swear upon the moon, I must not do so.
This binds it to his soul. It binds my existence to him. All my shells are mine, and everything I shared with him.
It’s not binding it to his shell, so he must momentarily leave my side.
But, however, just for a moment.
If – if its thoughts are correct, if this world is engulfed in darkness and everything returns to the beginning, if in that moment I can touch my true soul to his, if I can bind everything to him,
I will be able to follow. Even if he leaves this world.
So let’s begin.
A moment of rest and the beginning of eternity.
In order for him to awaken again, he needs a single long needle.
Touching his sleeping shell several times, I carefully marked its position.
No matter how deeply he sleeps, no matter how unconscious he is, I know exactly where to awaken his physical body.
Bound souls only see reality when the physical body awakens.
…I’ve practiced this many times. It’s something I can do.
Since I only targeted vital points with my sword, I can do this.
So, I cannot hesitate.
I laid him on the stone altar, bathed in moonlight.
How much time did it take to prepare this?
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How many people were mobilized to turn every path and form in the garden into a single grand stage?
I remember every moment and effort.
So I cannot waste this opportunity.
Now, let’s begin. The wedding of souls.
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I transfer the fading purple flame beneath the moonlight to my hair.
And swiftly place it in the pocket where my fingernails and toenails are kept.
With this…sigh, with this, the first step comes to an end.
Feathers symbolize birds, and the darker the color, the stronger the power it holds.
I borrow the power of the divine.
Three times I shake the feather, from three directions of the burning altar where my existence is aflame.
The mysterious, serene shimmering blue light symbolizes my soul.
And indeed, it becomes a part of my soul.
To create my origin, I must now swear upon it.
It must become the place I return to, the place I am born, the place I am bound to.
With a sharp needle, I pierce the boundary between life and death closest to my heart.
And from the tip of this needle… something other than blood is drawn.
Just one drop.
There is no room for hesitation in this shimmering droplet of purple.
Now, if I drop it into this pouch that remains unchanged even in flames.
Strangely, it becomes translucent and shimmers with moonlight.
Now, I bind it to his soul.
His name, written with my blood.
I place it once again into the pouch that becomes translucent.
It disappears as if being engulfed by the chilling flames.
Ah, now the intertwined fate is here.
Now, he must transcend his physical body once.
And at that moment, I will tie this pouch to his soul.
In the deepest depths of his heart, by my own hand.
He took out a silver needle and swiftly stabbed the back of his neck.
His body trembled once, then quickly relaxed.
And at that moment,
Darkness came from the edge of the world. The crows’ vision disappeared one by one.
In other words, it means that his existence is affecting this world.
Ah, his soul is escaping through the mouth of the shell.
Truly, like a leaf bathed in sunlight, emitting a blue light…
With that, I took out a transparent pouch and tied it with the remaining strand of hair.
Light passed through when touched by my hand, but the hair firmly held onto the transparent pouch.
And once again, I turned the shell’s head upside down and found a spot to insert the needle.
The darkness has now approached the vicinity of this truth.
The needle pierced through his head and came out.
Just like that, the surroundings brightened.
The tranquility that was sought returned to being filled with the sound of buzzing insects.
And he, with his eyes open, stared at me.
“What, what happened – “
But before he could finish his question, he fell asleep again.
I put the needle back in my hand and wiped his wounds with a clean cloth.
I wiped away the dried blood and whispered my name in his ear.
…Ah, his soul stirred.
With this, the ritual is complete.
The soul, bound by its pocket, tied to a part of my own soul, has returned to this shell.
When I die, his soul will go with me, to wherever it may go.
Together with the power of these crows’ god.
“…Now, we will be together forever.”
Fate has now bound the two souls together.
In the last moments of life, the two souls will intertwine like a spiral.
And that, if not united, will never be truly perfect fate.
The pull of the soul, the guidance of destiny.
The guidance of the two forces will make anything possible.
And I, will always guide them.
Even in this moment, just like I am doing now.
Ah, world. Are you watching?
I, who had to bear all truths and hidden things, have now become the messenger of two souls.
Escaping from the entangled fate, I have become the being that binds two destinies together.
If this is the destiny given to me, I will gladly accept it.
But if this is not destiny,
I will proclaim that I have created my own destiny.
And I swear to this world,
That it was not an ancient secret and ambition of one bloodline that achieved it, but
An endless love of a single soul.