Marble World and Candy Resist (Sagrada Reset 4) - Chapter 3
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Sera Sawako was in a dark place with her eyes closed.
Why bother keeping her eyelids up if she wasn't going to see anything? She considered sleeping but couldn't.
Instead, she turned off most of her consciousness and remembered the past.
Back then, Sera was still 9.
"Not going home yet?", asked her elementary school third-year teacher.
The teacher looked very old from the 9-year-old Sera's perspective. Closer in age to her grandparents than her parents. To this day, she still doesn't know the teacher's exact age.
Sera and her teacher were in her classroom after the lessons were over. They were the only ones. All classmates left Sera while she was changing the water on the flower vase.
Sera put the vase on the cupboard left of the blackboard and stared out the window. She could see students leaving the schoolyard. All backs were turned against her. She recognized some as her classmates.
"I'll leave in a bit.", answered Sera.
There still could be classmates changing their shoes. Meeting them would be awkward.
She didn't hate her classmates. There were some she regularly talked to and sometimes played with after class. But she still didn't feel included in the community. The longer it passed, the more she noticed she didn't laugh when everyone else did, and that they cherished different things.
After changing the water of the flowers was one time she didn't want to talk to anyone. Replacing the water was not Sera's job. It was a duty assigned to a different student each day. But most of them forgot it and the teacher didn't bother checking it either, so Sera replaced the water every day. But if a friend asked why she did it, she wouldn't be able to answer it.
"Thank you.", her teacher smiled.
She could tell this was about changing the water but didn't know how to respond. She was always like this. She never reacted positively to a "thank you". "You're welcome" was theoretically the correct reply, but she disliked how self-important that sounded.
As always, Sera only hung her head low and said:
"Don't mind me. I just find the cleaner water more beautiful."
She felt her teacher smile. She didn't know since she wasn't looking at her face, but she imagined she was.
She heard her teacher's voice, soft like a petal.
"You have something truly beautiful in your heart."
"Something beautiful?"
"Yes, there's something beautiful in the hearts of people who appreciate the beauty of simple things."
"What makes you think so?"
"Because otherwise, how would be able to find the beauty in this? You have something beautiful in your heart, and by comparing everything to it, you can know what's truly beautiful."
She didn't understand.
Seeing Sera was silent, her teacher continued.
"That's how it works for everything. We know fire is hot because we have a flame in our hearts. We know ice is cold because we have icy hearts. People can only know what's in their hearts."
(I'm not sure about that. Do I really have a hot fire and a cold ice in my heart? )
"I'll prove how beautiful what you have in your heart is."
"Prove?"
The teacher nodded.
"Close your eyes. Imagine the most beautiful thing you can think of."
The little girl loved her teacher.
She didn't always smile when her teacher did and they didn't necessarily value all the same things. But she could accept that without discomfort. Their differences weren't a cause of concern.
So she obediently closed her eyes and imagined the most beautiful thing she could think of. The vague picture formed in her head was one of globes sparkling in many colors, small enough to fit the palm of one’s hand.
"That’s your inner beauty. The most beautiful thing within your heart.", the teacher continued.
She could feel it there.
She believed it was real.
"When you open your eyes, you won’t be able to continue seeing what you’re imagining.", the teacher said.
Immediately after it, the world on the other side of Sera's eyelids turned brighter.
She could tell she was no longer surrounded by darkness. The light phasing through her eyelids flashed in countless red dots.
Sera opened her eyes.
A girl with a distorted face was watching her.
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She hadn't seen the boy named Asai Kei since the café.
After that, Haruki Misora tossed the marble with Sera in it into her pocket and moved to her house. More than 10 minutes to the destination but less than 15, per Sera's approximations.
Sera looked at her surroundings through the marble. She was in a neatly organized room, presumably Haruki's. It felt strangely barren despite a few cat-themed accessories.
Observing around too much would be rude, so Sera returned her gaze to Haruki.
"Sorry for the unannounced visit."
Haruki sat on her desk before answering.
"It doesn't upset me."
"But don't you dislike having strangers in your house?"
"No."
Her head was slightly tilted in confusion and her eyes contained emotions Sera wasn't capable of deciphering.
"Does it upset you?"
"Huh?"
"You're currently in a stranger's house."
Sera's answer was yes.
"I'm a little nervous. But none of this feels real."
"It lacks realism?"
"Yup. It's hard to feel bothered at being at a stranger's house at this point."
Before she knew it, she was inside a marble. She knew she had this ability, but this was only her third time experiencing it. This didn't happen every year, and in the previous cases, it started suddenly and passed before she knew it. It felt like a long dream, so she saw no realism in these situations.
"Is that so?"
Haruki nodded and didn't say anything else.
Sera repeatedly glanced at her surroundings. Less to admire Haruki's room and more because the world in the marble was fascinating. Her two previous uses of her ability were in a glass shard and a mirror. That was her first time in a sphere.
The term "world in the marble" can be misleading, as Sera didn't see any glass dome covering her surroundings. Nothing was flipped vertically or horizontally nor did she feel shrunken.
The scenery was simply distorted. Like if you zoomed the center of a photo and compressed the borders. At the corners of the room, it looked like the floor and the ceiling were glued together.
Sera was floating in the center of this space. Her shoes were at a considerable distance from the ground. She couldn't feel her weight. She felt like she was floating in breathable water, which was nice but would be nicer if she was able to move.
No, that description wasn't accurate. Sera was able to scratch her head or take candy out of her pocket and remove the wrapper. She could move her legs and even walk. But that action had no consequence. She could walk forever and she would still be seeing the same scenery. It was like she was stamping in place. She couldn't touch things either. If she tried to put her hand on Haruki's desk, it would pass through it.
It was like she had become a ghost. Sera and the world clearly existed in separate planes. She broke off without any point of contact.
Sera asked a question to Haruki's distorted figure.
"Hey, what do I look like to you?"
"You're inside a marble. You stand upside-down in an upside-down reflection of my room."
"Ok."
(My perspective only sees the distortions, but from Haruki's perspective, I'm upside-down. We see it in different ways. Maybe it's because everything is inverted. I'm standing upside-down in an upside-down room. If everything is reversed, nothing is.)
But the Haruki outside the marble wasn't upside-down. That's why she could see Sera upside-down.
Haruki took her phone out of her pocket and set it on her desk next to Sera. The phone had a cat strapping. She squished the cat with her fingertip.
After some hesitation, Sera struck a conversation.
"You and Asai are kinda odd."
Haruki's gaze shifted from the cat to Sera.
"Odd in what sense?"
"In general. You two don't feel too normal."
Sera wasn't sure what she was talking about either.
They simply weren't normal. That's how she felt. They were different from her image of a freshman high schooler—and one on the first day of class, at that.
"What part of us is not normal?", Haruki asked.
Slightly puzzled, Sera answered.
"Your sense of distance feels kinda off, for example?"
"Define distance."
"I mean, aren't we classmates? I wasn't supposed to be getting this dry treatment."
She wasn't truly bothered by that. But that could be one out of many trivialities that piled up to make them seem not normal. Each minor gesture and phrasing was unusual.
"Would you prefer if I changed my tone into one more approachable?", asked Haruki.
"I guess I'd be more comfortable with that.", answered Sera.
Haruki nodded.
"Sure thing, let's go with that, then."
"Huh?"
"I'm not too particular about the way I talk. Are you cool with this tone?"
(This gotta be some kind of joke.)
But Haruki looked at her with dissonantly serious eyes. She caught herself giggling.
Haruki tilted her head without changing expressions.
"Got a problem?"
"That doesn't work. Where did you get this tone from?", Sera answered, laughing.
"I'm just copying Kei. That's how he talks to me.", said Haruki. "Though my speech can get kinda broken since I never practiced it like this."
Sera was still laughing. Broken language was far from the problem.
"I don't mind your natural way. What you're doing now feels strained. A bit eerie, even."
"Is that so?"
Still with an unreadable face, Haruki nodded and returned to her impersonal tone.
Sera wiped the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes.
"You really are not normal."
"Is my speech truly that odd?"
"Not at all. It's probably less how you talk and more how you think."
Sera brought the white stick in her hand to her mouth. It used to be a lollipop. It's been in her hand this whole time since she had nowhere to throw it away.
"But I really like the oddities you two have. Makes you feel sorta special."
"Aren't all oddities special by default?"
"Huh? How so?"
"Odd is a word used to refer to what is rare. Everything becomes normal in enough quantity. And I believe rare and special are almost synonymous."
(That's not it.)
Sera shook her head.
"That's not true. I was probably an odd person, but I'm not special at all."
"I don't fully understand."
"I mean..."
Sera went quiet for a while, tilting the white stick in her mouth up and down. Then she picked the stick with her right hand and spoke.
"Through all of middle school, I've been called by an odd nickname. But this nickname wasn't special in the slightest to me. I wanted to be done with it as soon as I could."
"Why did you want to cast away your nickname?"
"Because it was unwanted. Odd things need values to be special, and this didn't have any."
Sera believed that the word "special" indicated value. Being unusual only meant being special if value was attached to it.
Haruki nodded deeply.
"Now it makes sense to me."
That was the last thing she said.
Sera closed her eyes again.
An odd nickname. The beauty in her heart. A lollipop stick.
She actually meant to eat that candy in school. That beautiful sphere would melt away inside her mouth and set her free.
Yet now the lollipop was gone.
(And I'm inside a marble.)
Inside a globe that wouldn't dissolve inside a human mouth.
Confined inside such a beautiful and cheap place, she had no means to escape.
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