Memory

{My daughter... Levita.}

'What...?'

It was when I began entering dungeons in earnest.

Late at night.

Whenever I dreamed, an unfamiliar voice would speak to me.

It was a soft, sweet melody that made me want to throw myself into its arms just from hearing it.

I couldn't remember the dreams clearly.

It was just that, for some reason,

on mornings after such experiences, the pillow beside my head was always wet.

I went on with my life, wiping away the lingering moisture around my eyes...