On Saturday, Oct 11, 2003, at 20:05 US/Central, Elsa Bibat wrote:
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Beautiful Dreamers
by
Elsa Bibat
A Tale in the Dances of The Music of Time Sequence
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We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams.
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And now I know where the good Mr. Wonka got that quote.
June 4, 1927
Dear Sumire-chan,
It is such a good thing to hear from you. I can never say
how much all these stories you send in your letters please me.
They give me such happy moments when I read them. You
have such a fertile imagination! That last story you sent actually
made me cry! What made you want to retire your namesake,
for heaven's sake? I want more, Sumire-chan! These stories
are a joy for me to read and I would not want them to end.
However, I must ask you that you be careful in sending
such large letters. The Kempeitai probably think I am part of
some sort of conspiracy, with all these military-themed stories
you keep sending me.
They are quite an achievement, Sumire-chan. I would
suggest you have them published but I know your sentiments.
I can read between the lines, cousin, and I think there are
quite a few in the Kempeitai who can, too.
I also have a story to tell you. The next time we meet I will
tell you the whole story, but for now, let us say that something
happened to me that is almost as strange and wonderful as the
stories you tell of the Imperial Capital Defense Force. I even
have a small memento of the encounter, a red teardrop amulet
that is like nothing you could see sold in the jewelry shops.
And a few other impossible things, I imagine.
I have to cut this letter short. This will undoubtedly reach you
before we arrive at your home, Sumire-chan, so we will continue
this talk in person. By the way, Auntie says that you have a
marriage meeting coming up.I wish you good luck and I hope
he is handsome.
Your cousin,
Kanzaki Kikyou
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Sometimes, when the Dream was most beautiful, she thought
to herself that she was the dreamself and that she was really
Kanzaki Sumire, scion of the Kanzaki zaibatsu, actress and
member of the Teikokukagekidan.
She much preferred the dream to the reality.
But the truth was unchangeable.
She was Kanzaki Sumire, daughter of a minor government
official in Yokohama, one of a brood of five. She could not act,
she could not fight, she could not sing. Friendless except for a
few female cousins here and there. Addicted to the story
magazines and the kamishibai and the theater.
Just a dreamer, for awhile, a Dreamer.
And the Dream had finally ended and she was nothing
more than herself.
Which is not, in and of itself, anything to be ashamed of. It takes
exceptional people to earn the envy of the gods. It takes even greater
strength to live through the suffering that that envy brings.
"Kanzaki-san"
"Ogami-san"
Sumire almost fell over in her bow. Recovering herself, she
regained her composure. Ogami wasn't exactly a unique name.
"Ichiro, my eldest. He has recently been promoted to second
lieutenant of his section. He was a constant high achiever in school
and is on excellent terms with many superior officers in the Army.
He has shown himself as a source of pride for our family and we
hope that he would meet with your approval."
Sumire was trying to control herself. Ichiro! Ohgami Ichiro!
He doesn't look like-
Sumire, how could you have fought so long and so well without knowing
the truth? Only the soul matters, in the end. Is not all else dross?
"My wife will be visiting me in a while. She will
need a maidservant. I know this is not enough to repay your
suffering, but it is just a first step. Me and my wife will
"My wife and I"
8:15 a.m.
She heard shouts of warning from some of the
layworkers at the orphanage and she looked up.
Then, there was a flash of light as bright as the
sun.
It is, at least, a fitting funeral pyre.
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And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down.
We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.
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"But those that do not break it kills. It kills the very good and the
very gentle and the very brave impartially."
End of Part 1
The Hanagumi Teikokukagedan will return in...
Beautiful Dreamers Part 2
This puts me in mind of Urusai Yatsura. Mostly because my only exposure
to it has been the second movie and an excellent fanfic series called
"Just a Dream". Yes, it bears a few similarities to this story... I
likes it.
Author's Note:
I know, I know, a bit too scanty for a return post. I'll finish
off part 2 and sent it out ASAP. A complete annotation
will be supplied in Part 2.
Anyway, see ya!
See ya soon.
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