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Mary and KyonKyon were going shopping for some arance tarocco when:
– Mama! It’s the terepip!
She squealed in excitement as she flipped through the conversation logs.
– Yes, baby, it’s madam terepip. Say hi!
– Hoi!!
The terepip waves back to both. Of course.
We just mentioned the terepip to ichigo-chan, who seems to be ill rn but won’t go to the doctor. She would only go when there’s either a tarot reader or a terepip. A terepip seems to be inspired by the terebi, although we much prefer the terebi. A visit to the terepip’s is very costly, but if she skips 10 tarot readings, maybe she can go visit the terepip about 8 times.
Honestly, looking back, we couldn’t wait to escape from the terepip. Never called her the terepip. It was my little bean bun just now that came up with such a beautiful word. She was just Mrs. Pear. An amalgam of a tarot reader and a Freud advocate. Her experience is what makes her special. At first she was very intrigued about us, but after a decision to take us for our word (we did not know much about did, not as much as we do now), she decided to boil us down to a soup – a “human” soup. We felt like imposters. But of whom?
Now that we know not all diddliers have amnesia (we do forget stuff but it’s more like alzheimer’s eh?), and we have forsaken dozens of people, what the terepip advised us has probably become true. Scarily, but so calmly, like a tide retrieving a sandcastle. At least, Kamikyou has become deserted. Flowers no longer bloom upon the grassy hills, and the wooden hut housing two foxes and a kitten no longer stands. I can still talk to them sometimes. They stay dormant under the fluffiest snow, like embryos waiting to bloom under the right conditions. I’ve forgotten 50% of their names, and 70% of their feelings. Maybe a human is not supposed to encompass so many people. Maybe it is proof that God isn’t real.
What’s the point of spirituality if God is not human, and you can’t communicate with such an abstract idea?
We are the gods of our world, renamed over and over again. Nothing has changed much.
It’s been a while since we last went to the terepip’s. Although we recommended Mrs. Pear, it’s only because ichigo still believes in magic. She can’t be hired, but is still hiring fairy godmothers to this day.
I tuck little Mary into bed, and follow her to sleep.
I wish to see them in my dreams again.