Would you like to play..?
[ Yes! ]
“ As an unreliable narrator, I will start off every piece of dialogue in a typical fashion: with as much passion and enthusiasm as a student powering through an 8 hour school day with little to no sleep. Unfortunately for you, the poor viewer, we could only afford to put one choice at the start of the game (and why would we put a “No” option, let’s be real here). You might as well buckle in, or not, I really don’t care, for the Ultimate Dream Simulator TM.
Speaking of students with eye-bags deeper than the alternate dimension, meet the main character: “
[ Cindy! ]
(For legal reasons, we could not use her actual picture.)
The kitsune, a sly trickster of fox, spreads chaos to others through their magical shapeshifting abilities. In the shadows, a second shapeshifter appears, almost hesitant in their actions to step forward. A shift of face; a shift away from action; a shift of doubt replaced by a flicker of happiness; the shapeshifter disappears back into the shadows of their former life.
Going… going… gone.
Where would you like to go?
[ Into the forest! ]
” Yikes… are you sure? Well, I guess you have no choice in the matter. Have fun exploring the forest. I’m taking a nap. Tell me if you find Cindy anywhere. She’s a terrible main character, always disappearing like that.“
You breathed in pine and breathed out a sense of freshness that swept across the forest surrounding you. In a dreamlike haze, the trees curve around you as if the centre of your earth laid buried in the hands of the player itself. The world moved in slow-motion, as did you, with every step across sunken tree roots to something you weren’t sure of (yet remained certain all the same). The forest was nothing but a simulation, you were certainly aware, but waking up seemed less and less appealing the more the forest opened up its layers for you – just for you. The earth’s core was as bright and molten as the sun. You wanted to reach out, to grasp, yet the searing burn never slipped past your fingers. It was a simulation, a dream that awakened all of your dulled senses.
You pause. A shuffling in the bushes alerts your senses; your eyes focusing sharply on the swaying bushy tail of a kitsune.
[ Alright… ]
The kitsune leapt across the forest as if they belonged, a fleeting thought that brushed against your mind like the gentlest stroke of a leaf against the canopy of filtered light. A dream accepts a kitsune with open arms, the shapeshifter of the mind, body, and soul; as the real world around them is unable to cope with the shift of uncertainty that graces their features with every fleeting step towards open light. Certainty is reality. The kitsune falters, glancing swiftly back at you, the viewer, with piercing eyes that remain noticeably empty yet blossom with stories and untold truths. The foliage encircles around the kitsune, into open light that was past the realm you belonged in. The dream had an escape.
Are you willing to risk it?
[ I have no choice… don’t I? What type of free roam game is this? ]
Your feet settle onto soft sand that dip into crevices. The gentle dip of waves brush against your skin akin to a gentle touch. You falter, as does the kitsune, until they finally settle onto the golden hue of the beach itself. Stretching its limber, pearly limbs out, the kitsune lies down onto the hiss of the wet land. The forest had accepted them, surely, yet the ocean was where the kitsune belonged. Water, the healing and gentle nature, lapped against the kitsune’s fur in simpleminded pulses. The kitsune was at peace. You watched, slowly, in awe or fascination; you weren’t sure which was which.
Kitsunes were mischievous, a fiery spirit that stole the breath out of those around them. A kitsune demanded to be seen, to draw attention towards as if it was a bee searching through every flower petal for an essence of nectar. Yet keeping up appearances was tiring, a mundane task that sucked the life force out of a kitsune that prospered under the shadows of its predecessors. A kitsune that didn’t want to be seen, it hides in the gentle waves that envelop them in an aquatic kiss.
For a battle against the elements of fire and water, the water dampens the flames.
” Like all good dreams, they must come to an end. I hope you liked this simulator; except you didn’t really do much, no offence. Maybe try harder next time. It’s always the player’s fault, not the game’s. “
Until next time , the kitsune trails behind you as your screen fades into darkness, her black hair flying around messily in the calming winds. She smiles at you – a regard of her gratitude. She fades away into the shadows once again, yet lives with the acknowledgement that her history won’t go untold.
Going… going… gone.
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