That night, I had some strange dreams. It was as if I was someone else, someone from another world, living a life that wasn't entirely mine, but somehow felt so familiar. A man, a man who studied a lot, but couldn't get a job because of his weight. He tried to turn things around, tried to change, but life kept pushing him down. Then, there was Lara—he met her. She was the light in the darkness. She became his love, his reason to keep going. But just as things started to feel like they might get better, everything went blank.
I could feel his pain, his hope, his loss. And as the dreams swirled around me, something strange happened. I began to remember things that weren't mine, things that couldn't possibly be mine. Yet, they were there, vivid and real, like fragments of a life I had never lived. His memories… but also mine. His regrets, his desires, his thoughts—they intertwined with my own. I didn't know where I ended and he began.
In those dreams, I wondered: Was I him? Was he me? Was it all some strange reflection of myself? I saw his struggles, his doubts, and his failures—so much like my own. I heard his thoughts echoing in my mind, almost like they were my own thoughts, but foreign somehow, like they didn't belong.
The man, this stranger, seemed to have lived a life so full of questions—just like me. He'd been rejected, criticized, belittled by others. But the deeper I delved into his memories, the clearer it became. He had hope once. He tried. He even had love. But everything always slipped through his fingers. And just as he thought he might have found something to live for, it was all ripped away.
I woke from the dream, my heart racing, my mind tangled. For a moment, I couldn't tell where I was—was I awake? Or was I still trapped in the dream? The line between my life and his had blurred so completely that it felt like I was living his life, and he was living mine.
It all felt so real, yet so distant. His pain, his struggles—they felt like mine. And in the quiet of that moment, I realized something: I wasn't just watching his life. I was living it. I was living both of our lives, entangled in ways I couldn't begin to understand.
But why? Why was I dreaming someone else's life? And why did it feel like it was always meant to be mine?
Then, as the dream began to fade, a strange, hot feeling stirred in my mind. It was like a surge, a wave of mana,the same feeling from the awakening ceremony, it was washing over me… Could it be? Was it possible that this overwhelming sensation, this saturating warmth, was the awakening of memories that weren't my own? Memories from another life, another time…? I couldn't say for sure, but the feeling lingered, as though something deep within me had been stirred—something that I couldn't ignore.
That was the moment I wasn't sebastian. But we are Sebastian.. One entity....
With knowledge that nobody has.. What will we do with it? I mean what will I SEBASTIAN do with it.