A letter to an old friend:

I remember those summer nights in my youth when we would climb onto the roof and gaze at the stars. Back then, they felt so much closer, as if you could reach out and touch them. Now, the stars feel so far away, like a lifetime wouldn’t be enough to reach them.

You’re far away too now, my dear friend.

Yarashíngun

Somewhere out there, between worlds, lies a place called Skylímdria—a realm filled with absolute harmony and an overwhelming sense of peace. I have seen it in my dreams. No map leads there, nor does any compass point the way. And I don’t know the way there either, but I wish I could find myself there once more.

Skylímdria

Recorded on tape. Played at the end of the world. "The Last Rain" — a memory that never happened, but you still miss it.

The Last Rain

“The Last Rain (Part II)” – Original Soundtrack from “Somewhere But Here”  
executed by: ESCAPE_01.exe

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[!signal received]  
> ESCAPE_01.exe : decoded  
> stream = "the_last_rain_pt2.ogg"  
> location: [somewhere…but not here]

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All choices have been made.  
All crossroads passed.  
There’s only one path left —  
away from this reality.

This is not rebellion,  
not an escape born of fear,  
but a quiet farewell.

—

To walk away from everyone dear to me.  
To let go of everything that ever meant something.  
To leave my whole life behind —  
just to end up somewhere, but not here.

—

Somewhere in a better place,  
in a better reality.  
I will regret it if my escape succeeds...  
...and I will regret it even more if I stay here forever.

> LOG: 2025.04.12_07:53am [USER_STATUS: disengaging]

The Last Rain (Part II) | Somewhere But Here OST

Sometimes I just want to leave everything behind and escape to a world filled with enchanting tales, forgetting my worries and burdens. In those stories, the wind carries whispers of ancient magic, and every path leads to untold stories.

Kalevala Nocturne

Есть у меня привычка засыпать под фильмы и сериалы. Честно говоря, я уже давно не могу спать в полной тишине. В прошлом году перед сном я включала аниме — Мадоку... 
Я никогда раньше не смотрела Мадоку, всегда думала, что это глупое аниме в духе Сейлор Мун, поэтому просто включила сериал фоном, лишь бы уснуть.

...Сквозь сон до меня донеслась музыка — очень красивая и столь же печальная. Это был один из саундтреков к Мадоке, но сильно искажённый моим сном. Мелодия, совсем не похожая на ту, что звучала в сериале... 
Я проснулась среди ночи вся в слезах, и было так грустно, а я даже не помнила, что мне снилось... не понимала, от чего мне так тоскливо. 
И только музыка, что я слышала во сне, продолжала звучать в моих воспоминаниях.

...На утро и от воспоминаний о музыке остались лишь обрывки. 
А я поняла, что Мадока Магика не так проста, как мне изначально казалось, и в тот же день посмотрела все серии и фильм История восстания.

...В конце дня я чувствовала себя абсолютно потерянной: Мадока и осколки того сна, который я не помнила, будто бы навсегда врезались в мои воспоминания, оставив незаживающую рану. 
А вся эта боль... Вся эта боль стала основой песни "Мадока: Вальпургиева ночь".

Сегодня 1 мая — Вальпургиева ночь. Я достаточно долго ждала этого момента, чтобы поделиться своей песней.

⋯✦⋯
Страшный сон Хомуры:

«Мне приснился страшный сон,
будто ты ушла, куда-то очень далеко,
и мы больше не сможем увидеться.
И все на свете забыли о тебе —
только лишь я помнила, Мадока.
Было так горько, так одиноко,
никто не понимал, как я страдала.
В конце концов я начала думать,
что ты — плод моего воображения.
Я перестала верить даже самой себе...»


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I have a habit of falling asleep to films and TV shows. To be honest, I have long been unable to sleep in complete silence. Last year, before bed, I would put on an anime — Madoka...
I had never watched Madoka before. I always thought it was just a silly show in the spirit of Sailor Moon, so I simply played it in the background, just to help me fall asleep.

...Through my sleep, music reached me — beautiful music, and just as sorrowful.
It was one of the soundtracks from Madoka, but it was deeply distorted by my dream. A melody that no longer resembled the one that played in the show…
I woke up in the middle of the night, tears streaming down my face, and such sadness in my heart... I could not even remember what I had dreamed of... could not fathom whence such sorrow came.
And only the music I had heard in my sleep kept echoing in my memory.

...By morning, even the memory of that music had crumbled into fragments.
And I realized that Puella Magi Madoka Magica was not so simple as I had first thought, and that very day, I watched all the episodes and the movie Rebellion.

...By the end of the day, I felt utterly lost: Madoka and the shards of that forgotten dream seemed to have carved themselves into my memory, leaving a wound that would not heal.
And all that sorrow... all that sorrow became the foundation for the song Madoka: Walpurgisnacht.

Today is May 1st — Walpurgis Night. I've been waiting long enough for this moment to share my song.

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Homura’s terrible dream:

“I had a terrible dream —
you were gone, somewhere far away,
and we could never see each other again.
Everyone in the world forgot about you,
and only I remembered, Madoka.
It was so bitter, so lonely.
No one understood how much I was suffering.
In the end, I started to think
you were just a figment of my imagination.
I stopped believing even in myself…”

Мадока (Вальпургиева ночь)  |  Madoka (Walpurgisnacht)

A distorted version of the song Madoka: Walpurgisnacht, pieced together from fragments of a long-forgotten dream...

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Homura’s despair:
"I can't remember anything but glimmers of light and regret.
Ah, so this is my... despair.
Madoka! Thank you for coming all the way to a place like this.
I'm sorry I couldn't even say goodbye to you in the end."

Madoka (Witch's Labyrinth / Homura's World)

Decay, rust, aging — all are manifestations of increasing entropy.
In this relentless law lies the imprint of silent extinction:
from celestial bodies to thoughts fading in a dying mind.
The universe won’t explode, won’t vanish in a flash of light —
it will quietly dim and cool to absolute zero.

I don’t know if Lord Kelvin saw a grim beauty in this,
or if, perhaps, to him it was an inevitable tragedy shaped by fatalism.
My life will be brief, and I won’t live to witness the disintegration of the last atom in the universe.
But, if I’m honest, the thought that everything will one day die after me — brings me a slight sense of peace.

Entropy 0 K: Lord Kelvin

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Here and always. 
Með hlýju, Sasha Iwakura