Hortus Arcanus planēta

ACT 2

button

I wanted to somehow comfort her. In my invisible body, I paced around the room, wondering if there was a good way, if there was anything I could do.
Then, something sparkled in the corner of the room.

What is that?

I approached the spot where the light had come from and found her sewing kit.
And when I saw it, I froze in shock.
Incredibly, inside that sewing kit was a button identical to the one the boy from my memories had given me.

Wh-wh-wh-why is this button here?!

And in her sewing kit, of all places!

My heart was pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears. I was flustered. My eyes were drawn to the button, glowing dully and waveringly in the faint light of the room, and as if pulled toward it, I slowly stroked the button.

At that moment, I felt its hard, cold texture and its bumpy surface.

Yes, I was able to touch the button.
As I stood there wide-eyed at having touched the button, a voice full of anxiety suddenly came from behind me.

“Who… are you?”