This dream, the first half was still the same as in her memory, but in the latter half, there slowly appeared deviations, many fragments, scenes, surged up uncontrollably. These fragments, she had no memory of, yet clearly... they belonged to her memories.
The same scenes, the same people.
However, those fragments flashed by quickly, as if someone pressed a shortcut key, each scene flickered past swiftly. She wanted to grasp these fragments so much, wanted to see clearly what exactly happened, but for some reason, it seemed as if her whole body was tied up, her eyes covered, unable to get close to those fragments. In the dark, some force was stopping her.
Yet she felt that those fragments and images seemed very important to her, extremely important. Her heart was pounding fiercely, another force inside her was urging her, driving her to see those images, to see if she truly had any memories she hadn't remembered, or if she... still had a part of her memory missing.
