username:
paopu
name:
Kioku - 記憶 - memory
collar and bell color:
your call!
what is she dreaming of?:
Footsteps. Indistinct, whispered friction of soft skin dragging through coarse sand. The feel of the water as the tide sends it up the shoreline to gently caress bare feet. The sounds of laughter, mixing with the island breeze, as they dashed across the beach. A race? Or some other game? It was hard to say.
They're memories, she thinks. Not hers - at least, not in this lifetime - yet they lived on through her. Every night when she falls asleep, they come floating from the ether and every morning she wakes and puts them down on page. Some repeat. Others she's only ever seen once. Kio dedicates herself to remembering them all. This is what she was made for, if you asked her.
Heartache, literal and metaphorical, at a love one's betrayal. Dark eyes filled with tears and garbled words demanding why as old knees hit the hard floor. Hands grasping, begging for help as a small silhouette walks out the door.
As far as Kio can tell, there's no common through line between the memories. How could there be, when they're so rarely little more than fragments of a shattered consciousness? Some are happy, some are sad. She jokes she's lived a thousand lives worth of experiences throughout her nights. No one has ever been able to explain them to her and it's not for lack of trying, but she's long given up on trying to make sense of them. It is what it is - whether it's real or not doesn't matter anymore. If there's any chance these are real, she wants to record these lost memories.
The soft touch of a flower petal against a warm cheek. A tantalizing distant song, compelling feet to keep the beat. The smell of grasses and something spicier - cinnamon maybe? The sense of spinning as they went tumbling down the hill, faces painted bright with laughter.
