Hortus Arcanus planēta

ACT 2

distress

By checking my own body, I realized one thing.
I can’t touch anything in this world at all.
That includes her, who is a “person,” and even “things” like pebbles. But I do have the sensation of touching them.

However, all I can perceive from that sensation is the feeling of hitting something and its temperature. In this situation, I told myself that this, too, is an important step toward escaping this world.

I realized it when I was caught between the complex emotions of agitation and enjoyment, and I tripped over my own feet in a flustered, careless moment and took a spectacular tumble. I couldn’t have exposed a more embarrassing scene.
Though, not a single soul was there to see it.