In our world, there are concepts of gods and aliens, but the foreign entities to these beings would be something entirely separate from the rest of existence, from the rest of reality.
Another reality entirely that is real in its equal and own right.
This reality comes from The Void, where it can be said that God's God resides, but th other reality, all we know is that it has entirely different rules of its own, perhaps it came from something other than The Void?
In the midst of biblical-scale prophecy fulfillment, a young man encounters a girl who wears clothing that cannot be said to have its geometrical patterns, structures, or symbols to originate from any known present or previously existing culture.
However, just like the reasons behind th creation of meaningful aesthetics in our world, there is an intuition, an empathy, to sense the presence of a certain feeling projected onto certain shapes and forms.
The feeling that her attire captures is one of soul, as if her clothing is inseparable from her true appearance that could lie bare underneath.
The colours used are also tied to this design intent, but how did she come to acquire such clothes? Was she born with it on?
When I was a child looking at my baby photos, I didn't have the faintest clue how a baby was born, and since I was wearing clothes in those photos, I assumed that God had just given me to my parents with the clothes that I was already wearing beforehand in heaven.
I was wrong of course, but I feel like it could be the actual case for her.
I, the young man in this story, decided to speak to her, "Where did you come from?".
While all others remain distracted by their own intentions and assumptions about what is supposedly important within reality, she who comes from another reality entirely overshadows any importance not for her grandeur of origin or her potentially great status in a hierarchy that includes mortals and gods within that competition, but because she is someone who's capable of making a face like that.
Her heart leaks through her face, she has no self awareness or self control to even think about hiding her feelings, and whatever is going on in this situation in her eyes, even if she did have the burden of self awareness, she is feeling the present moment so vividly that it's as if she has forgotten that self.
All that remains or all that is present is her true self, and since this true self of hers is capable of a gaze as beautifully alive as that, I cannot stop wanting to stare at her.
"I don't know where I came from. My memories are blurry.", she says.
For her to have memories, makes this into a mystery, for there is something that she comes from that isn't simply the void, and it's is conscious enough to be able to influence her of all people.
Despite knowing that, do I need to solve that mystery, ever? What's the point of a relationship if not to simply remain as immersed in the present moment as she is now, and even if in this present it includes the reflection of the past, why not allow for that sense of exploration to initiate naturally instead of trying to control the objective by setting a goal?
What I want most of all right now, is for this moment to never end. I know that's impossible, but I won't try to prevent it, and I won't try to force it to happen again in this exact same way.
I want her to take the lead, I want her to show me what's so exciting about life, about what's so important about each other.
Could I even dare to say that I am her equal, when I remain staring at her with a sightless gaze?
She sees everything, and still she remains to look at me as if something to care for.
How could this be possible, what is it that she sees? What is it that she wants?
"Do you want to watch anime with me?", I ask, thinking that I could share my love for others' love with her, since it's the romance genre I'm thinking of.
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Lots of time passes, and she gives it a go. I learn that while I grow tired and start thinking about turning it off, because she's there and enjoying it for longer than me, I'm able to switch off my tendency to start intending things again between episode breaks, and look forward to having the show continue as if there was no break in between.
As it goes on, I grow a heartwarming sensation, as if my entire life as a whole solely means the story of this anime we're watching together.
I had thought that while watching with her I would be too distracted by my self consciousness from having her be there, but she was so absorbed no matter how self conscious I acted to have likely made anyone else distracted, that eventually I was th one pulled along into the her flow of experiencing the situation instead.
We were dead quiet, but whenever we saw something that would make our hearts swoon, going "Kyun", we both satisfied our urge to squeal like fangirls by giving each other a tight embrace, a true hug that can usually only be expected of inseparable children/childhood-friends.
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And then, I go back to watching the anime alone, seeing if this approach to enjoying it will actually work.