One-year-old me is seven-year-old you.
Two-year-old me is eight-year-old you.
I am you, you are me. A ready-made with its beginning and end already determined.
"Who are you?"
And then, all of a sudden, 'you' appeared in front of 'me' and asked.
"I am you."
I answered, like they had instructed me.
My existence is as your duplicate. I exist here to fill the empty void you can't fill.
"No, I don't think that's it."
'I' said to 'myself'.
"You aren't me. 'You' are just 'you'."
As I did so, 'I' hugged 'myself'.
"Can you hear it, our beating hearts?"
"Yes."
The two pulses are overlapping against each other. *Ba-dum, ba-dum* *Ba-dum, ba-dum*
"One is 「your」 beat."
"One is 「my」 beat."
Ahh.
It was like that.
"Who are you?"
The first person I got to know.
"My name is Maria."
"Then who am I?"
And the realization of self.
"Your name is… Hmm, what would be good? Hmm, yes! From now on, your name is…"
-Dorothy.