With the current level of physical strength I have I could survive in environments where the temperatures are either too hot or too cold, but even so, I can feel the slight chill entering the room, a wind carrying with it some raindrops enters through one of Huanca's open windows.
"Quasimodo... Do you think going back to the old world is a bad idea?", Huanca asks, in fact, that question echoes in my mind a couple of times.
I have never considered returning to my old world, there was no reason to do so, but, now that these dreams bring back memories I had forgotten, maybe returning to my old world to get answers is a good idea.
The shadow that was watching me along with the shadow inside Huanca's room slowly fade away, something seems to have called out to it, or given it an order to retreat.
"Huanca...", I take several steps forward, ready to tell Huanca to try to escape from Arlott tonight.
