A harsh dream... A dream you keep wishing you would wake from. But, how do I know that it's a dream? That's a dream? Really?
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A sad dream... A dream that makes you want to cry... but you never realize that it was a dream until you're awake. If you don't wake up, that is reality. The dream is reality...
I was dreaming... A dream of two sisters that got along well. They wore the same uniform, and went to the same school, and went back to the same home. It was a sad dream, where that little happiness continued forever and ever.
(Although this isn't just Ayu speaking, it took the place of her normal opening dialog)
That doll will grant any wish you make.
Any wish?
But only three of them.
Will it really grant any wish I make?
Of course! But I'm the one granting them. So don't make any wishes that I can't grant.
Okay. My first wish is...
I'm dreaming a dream from long ago. The same days over and over again. Within this endless dream, I wished for a morning that wouldn't come. It's red... and white... and cold... and warm... and sad... and happy... and... and the same days are repeated. I knew from a long time ago, from years ago. Wandering in this dream... wishing for a dawn that wouldn't come... I'm always in the same spot. A ruckus with no voices, and a faceless person walks before me. No one cares about just one little child. I'm waiting for a person. A person I know who won't come. Someone I know I won't meet again. For years and years... within this repeating dream, I was always waiting... for a dawn that won't come.
The dream... the day the dream ends... Like the way the snow melts away in the warm spring sunshine, Like the way memories fade away in an eternal passage of time, The long dream comes to an end. My last wish is...
[Last Regrets, the Kanon game opening theme, plays during Ayu's monologue]
I liked the flowing scenery. The city where the snow falls. I liked running through the marketplace while leaving new footprints. Spring... the city where the snow melts. I liked scooping up little clumps of snow that remained on the trees. Summer... the city that forgot the cold of snow. I liked looking at the city scenery that showed under a tilted umbrella. Fall... the city waiting for the season of snow. I liked catching the little flakes of snow that fell from the sky in the palm of my hand. And the season turns to winter. The season when the city gets covered all in white. I liked the flowing seasons. But like winter puddles that froze into ice, my time was frozen. I was always all alone within the season-less time. Repeating again and again. Staring at the same scenery again and again in my dream. Leaving my body to the ceaseless night. But now... slowly... the night is ending.
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