The Surface, Like a Dream

Airnote  ·  Ruvina  ·  Sep 21, 2025

Yu asked, and I tried to remember the outside.
The color of the sky. Time measured by the sun. Streets full of light.
A world where rain falls and things dry quickly after.

All of it is secondhand — things learned from others, from books.
Not the memory of a body. Just words and sounds arranged in a head.
So the surface, to me, is not so different from a dream.

I know it exists.
But whether I could stand in it myself — that I can't quite believe.
For someone who lives underground,
the surface is still an unseen dream.