#fitting her aesthetic wise but also more importantly fitting her internal conflict

[lyricalchrysanthemum]

lyra kawamoto fragment sekai go!!

LYRA KAWAMOTO FRAGMENT SEKAI LETS GOOO

Lyra’s fragment sekai takes place in a courtyard surrounding by a white fencing, with a white cage in the center decorated by various red and blue flowers growing on the bars. Inside said cage is a table with two seats, a tea set on top with two cups set out. Both equally full of black tea. On the side of the table nearest to her, there sat a silver hand mirror, the frame decorated by rubies and aquamarines.

There are other tables outside of the cage, but none with chairs. They all have letters though, sealed with a heart sticker, but addressed to no one. There's a bunch of blank polaroids too.

Underneath the bars of the cage and the table sits a river small enough to just pass underneath the table without touching the chairs. But big enough to let red lycoris flowers float down.

The garden is silent, with only noise Lyra is able to hear is chirping birds off in the distance, and the gentle running stream of the river.

With nothing else to do, after waking up here, Lyra seems gravitated to sit in the center table inside the cage. She picks up the mirror on her side of the table to inspect it out of curiosity, only to notice she has no reflection in it. She stares at the mirror for a while to take in the fact she has no reflection. She's speechless.

She's so caught up in looking at the mirror without her reflection that she doesn't notice a girl that looks weirdly like her looking at her from across the table. She has her same face shape, skin tone, onyx colored eyes, and, despite her mostly blue-dyed hair, she recognizes her own hair's shade of brown in the roots of the other. It was put into pigtails just like her too.

She seems almost familiar to Lyra, but she can't seem to put her finger on why.

But the girl starts talking to Lyra like they've known each other for a long while now, and Lyra can't help talking back to her. The girl knows a bunch of secrets of Lyra's that she can't recall telling any, and Lyra seems to know a lot about this other girl too.

Lyra tosses four sugar cubes into her tea, before going for a fifth. The girl across from her makes a snide remark about there being so much sugar in her tea, saying that much sugar would kill someone. Lyra pouts for a bit, before noticing the girl is going to start drinking her own tea without any sugar.

Lyra asks about this, tea is so bitter without sugar after all, but the other just simply says her taste buds are trained for this. So much time with uncle has gotten her used to drinking tea with no sugar, and it's just an acquired taste. Lyra thinks back to her own relationship with her her family, particularly with Bill, thinking about how little she's talked with her own uncle since her thirteenth birthday and he gave her Ombre the Eevee.

The girl in front of her goes for a sip of her own tea, grimacing once she takes it. Not that it's bitter. It's cold. Weird. Lyra's cup feels like it just came from the kettle. Lyra moves to grab the kettle, but the girl in front of her stops her. Neither of them should fill a cup. Less they accidentally cross too far across the river underneath their table.

The two continue talking for a bit. Not really telling each other about themselves outside of miscellaneous, unimportant tidbits. And while Lyra could almost swear the girl was the missing image from the mirror initially, the more the two talk, the more different they start appearing. From the little ticks, the speaking style, personalities. They may have the same face. But that's all they have in common.

And as their conversation wraps up, both cups now emptied, the girl in front of Lyra makes a comment: "Thank you for being kind to me, you truly are a wonderful soul."

"I hope we both find happiness, so we'll never cross paths again."

When Lyra asks what the girl in front of her means, a strong breeze starts blowing. The blue haired girl blows away with the wind, simply smiling with her eyes closed, the cards and polaroids blowing away with her.

Two of them land on the table, with all of them being addressed to her. One of the hearts is lined in gold, the other is lined in silver. Both of them inside talk about how much they love her presence, everything they like about her, how thankful they are for her. And as she reads the letters, the polaroids start to fade in, all with pictures of her, Silver, Ethan, and a Kris hanging out on the Pokemon Center PC, or one time when she was being held up in the pokewalker by Lyra.

All of them precious memories.

Tears start forming in her eyes, and she starts trembling. The flowers have turned red, and the aquamarines doning the mirror have all become rubies.

A teardrop falls from her face, and onto the mirror. Causing her reflection to suddenly appear. A reflection that has become nothing like the girl that sat across her from the table just moments ago. And as she stares more at the mirror, watching her tears fall, she starts smiling, wiping away at them as she chuckles lightly.

"Thank you..." she whimpers.

A light starts glowing from the mirror, taking her away from the garden.