I want to avoid fooling myself, this is clearly a dream. I don't consider this to be idle thinking, looking into the other hand's basin and seeing it's still me but a different, much larger version.
So, I'm lost in the “fantasy” created by someone, maybe other people have the same situation. Ah, now I remember that I have an important mission. In the immediate future, it is necessary to clearly distinguish what the two people in front of them are made of.
As I stared at the basin of water, I pretty much knew what I needed to do next. This water surface is like a mirror, they can't lie flat from the water.
“Father and mother, can we wash our hands together?”
“It's filthy, Iowa, I know that each person uses a basin, a handkerchief to dry must also be separate, anything is fine, but in terms of hygiene and eating, we must definitely keep it safe.”
“Then can I see my parents because I want to preserve every moment with the two of you."? I said that, nodding repeatedly.
“Okay.”
I try to tiptoe on the chair, which is bigger than me, it's best not to look into the basin of water right away. Unexpectedly, I know they are not my parents, but all act like them, in my memory it will never fade.
I quickly scanned the golden eyes inherited from my father, stopping right on the small pot.
Yeah, I thought it was going to be something horrible, scary or gritty looking. The only thing I could see reflected in the water was a dwarf floating like clouds in the sky. I can't see the face clearly, what to expect when I just pass by.
I didn't do anything after that but left everything alone until bedtime, the actions of the two dwarves didn't have any negative points, too perfect. They read stories, kissed me on the forehead, and said good night sincerely to me. If I were just a child, I would be fooled by the eye for a long time.
The moonlight remained in place, replacing the candle in this small room. In the afternoon I stole a knife from the kitchen, but they didn't find it and a similar knife appeared. On the cutting board.
I just wear my socks on my feet, for some reason I don't know, I can't use MANA.
I stood in front of their door, as I remember. My parents do not have the habit of locking the door of the room, often just closing it without latching, they are afraid of me being afraid of ghosts or having nightmares, they are always worried about the little things for me.
The door is locked, should I use this knife to open the door? Looking back at the knife in my hand, it's too small to break this door, but it's sharp enough for me to hurt someone. I hid the knife behind my hair and knocked on the door.
That's my thought, there's no need to put on a drama, the door is no longer locked, it automatically unlocks and makes an unpleasant sound.
I gently open the door to the dark room, I will go get a candle.
Sitting up on the bed, I thought about whom I should stab first. To choose one, I pierced the heart of the woman impersonating my mother.
Under the dim light, a black thread burst from her body, from behind the man in the form of my father threw me to the ground. It was so painful, I still had to try to stay awake.
Luckily, I still have the knife in my hand, the house slowly melts down like a quick-melting ice cream in the hot summer days in a more horrendous version, the stench worse than a swamp full of old corpses. I forced myself to stand up and look at the two people sitting on the other bed merging into one.
I am contemplating what to do next. It was so wet and slimy, cold, clinging to my feet. I think it's a hand. In fact, the knife in my hand is now a pile of slimy mud.
I can only run as hard as I can, I have to run because this is the only way. I know I have no way out but… I still have someone to protect, I still want to have children. So I must live.
When I opened my eyes again, I realized that I was no different from an actor on the stage with only a single light shining on me from somewhere, no audience, no stage here. Can see clearly.
A life-sized puppet in the shape of my mother, with strings on her body that someone controlled. Its mouth joints gradually widened along with a sweet voice.
“Lowa darling, will you live here with us?”
“We know it won't be as perfect as your biological parents, but I thought I'd give it a try.” It said and behind the image appeared a family of three of us happily eating together, transitioning to fishing, gardening, cooking, Christmas… They sang lullabies, told stories, and kissed on the forehead every night. .
Pictures and words make me a little shaken, this is precisely what I have always wanted. But… Wake up, Iowa.
From above is another puppet in the shape of my father, a dry wooden hand gently caressing my hair, whispering in my ear.
“Lowa baby, I will be by your side forever, I won't leave you.”
“If you stay here with us to build a home, eat together every day, play together, share secret things. Would you like it?"
The puppet girl approached me, gently stroking this face.
“How scary is it out there, you know? Those werewolves, we can't beat them, more than that, you have to do things like guard and fight, right?”
“It's not your duty, Iowa you're just a child, to enjoy the love of family.”
The man puppet continued: “The wolves can put those fangs or claws on me at any time, I think my teammates and friends will not betray me, right? Just look at Arina"
Just like that, a second passed but like an hour, they kept calling my name, it made my head explode. I admit these are my desires and also my fears. That's why the words of these puppets are so captivating to me. I know I'm losing consciousness, a bit more than what I wish will come true just like what they made me see.
I love my parents very much… I just wanted to be with them, so I reached out to touch those two puppets that are now humans.
…
No, no and no. Lowa! The bit of consciousness left in me wouldn't let me do that. This is just a dream.