| [Those familiar with Japan will likely recognize the setting to this dream. It's the Ebisu mall. It's rather innocent for the moment, with people going about their business in the place or just mingling among themselves visiting with each other.
There's one thing off though if a person decides to have a closer look at that crowd. They have no faces really to speak of, just a suggestion of one, eyes, nose and an opening that serves for a mouth. It's an almost literal living representation of the term "nameless, faceless crowds"... though there is one person in this place who looks to all appearances completely normal and human. Perhaps he looks like someone you hold dear, or maybe he just feels like someone you cherish. Or perhaps he's just a nameless young man caught napping on the bench in this busy mail.
Either way, he seems to be stirring now, as if your presence has alerted him to someone else being with him now, having entered within this dream of his. Fuuma opens his eyes and a friendly smile graces his face, making him look harmless and much like the normal young man he appears to be.]
Hello. |