Eliza side chapter 3.5: Memories from dreams within dreams, Part one

I was alone in a lurid, hollow, dismal, yet beautiful world. I vaguely wondered if I was dreaming. While floating up and down, I merely looked at something that seemed like bubbles.

Is it alright to call these my memories, I wonder. No, these don’t exist in my current life.

Is it alright to call these recordings, I wonder. No, I can’t touch or feel anything.

The colorless bubbles became smells, sounds, images, I could feel something against my skin, and could taste things at times too. Although it was nostalgic, I also felt a sense of emptiness inside as well. It was as if I was forced to pick up a book I’d already read before, and forced into reading it again.

This isn’t me. While I was confident of this, the knowledge contained within were things only I knew. Meaning, at the same time, this is undoubtedly also me.

How should I call this. – I think its term is my ordinary, banal previous life.

I was born and raised as a regular girl with regular parents and a younger sister in a much different world where civilization was highly developed. Other than the fact that I died rather young, there was nothing special about me at all. I didn’t have any hobbies or passions like my younger sister, I was moderately cool about everything, a person lacking in personality.

And the thing is, the girl that I used to be gave off the impression that she had no interest in anyone or anything around her.

Among that girl’s colorless memory bubbles, only vivid images appeared. Meaning, recent memories from right before she died. As I looked at her life, I felt like I was treading water, it was distant and dull to me, as I was forced to relive these memories I’d already gone through.

Of course, since that girl is now a different existence from me, although I understand her way of thinking, I’m no longer the exact same wavelength as her. Another way of saying it, it felt more like a sense of intimacy just like towards my mother and younger sister.

 

“Lately, I’ve been getting so tired from everything……”

The girl’s voice sounded muddy and weak. Before she died, she had kept thinking that. Running would make her instantly tired, I wonder if it’s because she never participated in any school activities. Also, even climbing the stairs would make her have shortness of breath. I think it’s because she really lacked physical strength.

Come to think of it, I remembered about that girl at this point in time. Lately, she would only use elevators and escalators, to decrease the amount of walking she would have to do. Whenever she left her house, she would ride a car or take a train, she never even walked one kilometer from her house.

As this memory bubble disappeared, another one replaced it.

“Something seems off. I’m this lacking in physical fitness?”

Before she realized it, the girl had begun burning out. She had difficulties getting to sleep every night due to her breathlessness, and she would often get dizzy.

There was also terrible edema on her hands, feet, and face, I wonder if it’s because of lack of sleep?

As her physical condition got worse and worse, and after she fainted more than five times, she was withdrawn from school for medical reasons and simply rested at home, and thoroughly managed her own lifestyle. Like a machine, she would get up every day at a predetermined time, take a calculated diet, and get a moderate amount of exercise.

However, her situation didn’t improve. On the contrary, she even began feeling pains in her chest.

Then one night, she convulsed in her death throes, and died.

The memory bubbles felt like they were distorting my body. The girl’s experience and suffering dully wrapped around my body, and felt like it was trying to crush me, but I somehow managed to withstand it and moved on to the next memory bubble.

The girl had very few clear opinions on anything. It wasn’t limited to only difficult subjects, for example she couldn’t even say what her favorite foods were, or give an opinion on whether it was right or wrong to eat the more intelligent animals.

In contrast, the girl’s younger sister was a person that clearly expressed her opinions on everything, and made her like or dislike of things clear rather than remaining ambiguous.

Her younger sister had felt dissatisfaction with the older sister’s weak will, and conversely the girl wasn’t able to understand how her younger sister had the ability to clearly speak her thoughts on everything.

As if to show everything more clearly, the bubble had mostly disappeared and become a blur. The next memory bubble appeared.

“Your physical condition doesn’t seem to be so great lately. Are you alright?”

The third time that I fainted in the classroom during lecture, the teacher finally had a one-on-one discussion with me. The teacher was shocked at the girl’s badly swollen face, and encouraged her to get a checkup at the hospital. As suggested, the girl got tested at the internal medicine department, but there was no clear result, and the only conclusion was that she should review and revise her lifestyle.

Although she tried to do what she could for her irregular school life, the changes in the girl’s body continued.

The colorless memory bubble faded. As I watched the memories, it felt like my heart was gradually drying up. Without paying any attention to that, the next memory appeared, and I was reluctantly forced to accept it.

After the girl began staying home from school and was planning out her daily life, her parents suggested that she take up a hobby for fun. Indeed, the girl’s original plans had been a bit too mechanical.

However, she couldn’t think of anything she wanted to do for fun at all. She had basically no interests at all. Normally she just watched TV or surfed the internet, or read manga that she would borrow from friends, or flip through magazines, she would just pass the time meaninglessly.

“Hey, why don’t you try this game that’s being featured right now?”

Maybe she couldn’t bear to see the state the girl was in, one day the girl’s younger sister made a suggestion.

At this memory, I got goosebumps all over my body. For some reason, I really didn’t want to see this memory only. I got a really bad feeling.

The moment I thought so, I escaped with a strong momentum. The colorless bubbles, the lurid colors, everything was rapidly fading.

But even so, I didn’t wake up from my dream. While still sleeping lightly and feeling like everything was so far from me, I looked back at my previous world again.

18 responses to “Eliza side chapter 3.5: Memories from dreams within dreams, Part one

  1. This side chapter about Eliza’s past and her previous life actually takes place right after chapter 3, so it’s chapter 3.5, and there’s another part to it that’s coming up next that will go into more detail about the original game setting in question. None of the game characters appear until much, much later into the story, though…

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  2. Thanks 4 the chapter!

    I’m curious about the cause of her death. No will to live? But it sounded like some kind of disease.

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    • She has plenty of will to live, if you look at both her past life and current life. In her past, she changed her lifestyle after she was told to, although it was a bit late, and in her current one, she makes it clear in the first chapter that she does what she does because she doesn’t want to end up dying. I think it’s probably more that she had a rather lethargic, unhealthy lifestyle in her first life, along with a weak constitution.

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      • More like, she got a serious sickness that doctors cant figure out, either incompetent or its’ something out of their knowledge base. She didnt have that bad a lifestyle that would kill her. No smoke, drink, drug, sex. Too little exercise only explain to some minor extent, not that deadly state. If western doctor cant figure out the causes and give recommendation to change lifestyle, its’ time her family get her checked out at a Chinese style doctor, and/or local-tradition healer.

        My guess? She got some serious problem with either her house, or her local area. Some minor lesser known type of allergy. Prolly change her living to some faroff place may help.

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  3. She’s a young girl suffering from chronic heart failure from an unknown cause and the doctors just told her to change her lifestyle?! She obviously needed medications to treat her heart failure and limit her physical activity until she’s back to normal but no, she had to exercise more?! No wonder she died.

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  4. …. what the, I only found this just now. I always pressed the ‘next’ button and never noticed that you had translated this side-story. D: How about moving this to the end of the list along with the First Draft? By putting it here people don’t realize they skipped these chapters.

    Her previous life was hella creepy, it felt like a soulless corpse walking. Anyway, it was also somehow a quite ordinary life, so it makes sense that she didn’t turn into a walking encyclopedia like in so many reincarnations.

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