I wanted to be like you.

I was jealous of you.

Who was I exactly? Did I even exist?

I'm just a puppet with no heart whose fake memories were planted in my head.

I was made, I'm artificial, I'm a fake.

What do I need to become a real person?

Or rather, was I a real fake?

I fell into the dark and wandered the world of darkness.

In a world where I couldn't see anything, couldn't hear anything, a world with nothing. I saw a faint light.

But I don't remember what happened after I found that light.

I then appeared in front of him. But I knew that I would just fall back into the darkness and wander again.

If I said I wanted to see the light once more, would that girl smile?

What did I, a mere puppet, gain from that castle where all is forgotten?

Fake memories— A fake heart wasn't it?

Even so, I did believe in a single flicker of light.

I can't remember the name of the girl who stayed in that white room, drawing in her sketch book.

But I fought for her in this castle.

And now— well, now who am I fighting for? What am I fighting for?

But I couldn't meet up with that girl.

I wonder, where did she end up?

I hoped I could see her again. But I couldn't.

But in place of that, I was able to see large amounts of light.

I was able to see him too.

Him— He's not someone who wished for me to disappear.

He was a friend.

I could tell he was because he made even my fake heart feel warm.

I tried to disappear— I should have disappeared.

Even if I were to fall to the darkness, I would still remain within them.

My body would be a container for another's heart.

I'm glad that the heart was that girl's heart.

That means I would never be forgotten by anyone.

I'm sure that someone else would take better care of it than someone who doesn't even have real memories.

I will disappear, but I'll still remain. It'll be okay.

I'll be the container for that girl's precious memories.

I will disappear.

This time, I will return back to you. As a memory.

I might even be able to see that girl again.

I'll release my memories once, and they will become your memories.

That girl was important to me.

Will you treat her well for me?

And so, I will finally be me.

Not anyone else, just me.