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^{❝ DYE IT IN MADDER OF ROSES ❞}

^{he had these dreams, they were vague, burred, almost as if he was watching through a window crisp with frost, but they were dreams nonetheless. the voices were muted, but they were speaking, words he could barely capture. however, they always kept speaking. the red, white and gold creature didn't understand the dreams when they started at the small age of three months, but they had always felt - familiar to him. he wanted to reach out and cradle each of these dreams within his paws and hold them tightly, as if they were his but they weren't. they didn't belong to him, not the current him at least.}

^{rose gold hues stared deep into the pond, his reflection not his own, but instead a slender wolfdog mix. muzzle powdered in deep brown, fading out into a soft cream, pointed ears the same deep hazelnut brown as the muzzle. it wasn't his own reflection, it didn't belong to him and yet he felt some kind of familiarity. there was a ripple in his not-reflection as a koi fish seemed to pop to the surface quickly before darting away as if it did something it shouldn't have. eyes blinking dumbly, now registering that his own reflection was back. scarlet fur and narrow muzzle, lower jaw painted in white and pointed ears dusted in gold, the familiar face of himself. but did it belong to him ? was this truly him ?}

^{he didn't quite know anymore. It was strange, he felt so conflicted now.}

^{maybe the face his saw was his true face. perhaps he lived a completely different life than now. he's heard stories about this before. it was possible but that couldn't ever happen to him. never him. maybe he should ask someone to help him out.}

^"Speech."