Prologue
I lost consciousness.
I noticed it because I was dreaming as usual.
The dream was that I was swimming upwards in the deep sea, dominated by darkness, in search of a shimmering light on the surface of the water. If I didn't catch that light, I knew I would lose myself.
Trapped in deep-rooted fear, I desperately dug through the heavy seawater with both hands.
Normally at this point in the dream I would wake up.
But this time it seemed different.
First, my body couldn't move.
The motionless body sank deeper and deeper, and as the light reflected from the surface became thinner and fainter.
The surface of the water became more and more distant.
The sight became dark.
Finally, the light disappeared.
-- At that moment I felt the sensation of an explosion in my head.
The image of a truck's approaching face suddenly became vivid and flowed through my mind.
I remembered the sharp pain in my head and finally understood the situation.
... Ah, I am going to die.
I lost consciousness and didn't know how much time had passed.
What was I really doing?
Who was it that I really wanted to meet?
I tried to remember these things, but I quickly gave up on these thoughts.
What does it matter if these thoughts will soon fade away?
I realized the complexity of these thoughts and became certain of one thing.
I'm not so sad to lose my "self.
That's good.
If that's the case, I can disappear with a sense of relief.
Now I don't know if this darkness surrounding me is in the ocean or behind my eyelids.
Dark.
Cold.
But slightly warm.
I, who was sinking, was gradually disappearing.
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