The Mansion
Zeki: *sitting on the edge of the stairwell, feet hanging over the railing ans swinging to and fro with the sound of the old, ebony clock* So... You came, Lenoa... but you already know the truth.
Lenoa: You can't tell him, Zeki. We were sworn never to reveal this secret.
Zeki: We're not coming back, Lenoa... After this... we're going to be gone. We'll be in memory. He may as well know before he fades, too!
Lenoa: Zeki! Stop it!
Sephiroth: So, Zeki, What's this secret that You've been forbodden to tell? *eyes Lenoa and smirks before returning his green gaze to the boy on the banister*
Zeki: Sephiroth, you know you're father's Hojo, you know you once traveled to become a god, you know you're whole life... but you don't remember a bit of it, do you? *watches as Sephiroth's eyes flame in disgust and smiles in reply* Where did you learn it? You've been programmed to know, each morning you wake up and think "Oh, a new day." But it's not even real. This world of ours is an illusion that someone wrote. And like it or not, you're part of it and you're unable to escape.
Sephiroth: How are you to know these things, puppet? Were you programmed to know them? Like a script that the reader is forced to comprehend?
Zeki: Exactly...
Lenoa: Zeki, don't please!
font color= "00FFFF" size= "4"> Zeki: It's over now. Do you feel it? Everything's going black and now... Now is the oblivion...