Reika,
My dreams these past few days have brought me nothing but anxiety.
The priestess who looks just like you, surrounded by young girls, is heading somewhere deep and far away, which looks almost like the edge of the world.
You, or rather the priestess, no longer smiles sadly as once she did; now, she simply stands there, staring into space like a husk devoid of life. Her body is smothered in countless tattoos to the point that I cannot see her beautiful skin, and it is such a heartrending sight that it makes my breath catch in my throat. As I watch, the priestess is led by the hand by the young girls, then put into a kago and taken somewhere beyond my reach.
There is no reason why I should know what will befall her at her destination; and yet somehow, I understand that I will never be able to see her again. I then awake in despair, relieved to find that I had been dreaming.
I wonder if it is correct for dreams to incessantly move in such a negative direction. Part of me wants to tell Dr. Asou about it, but at the same time I feel as if it would set in motion something that could not be undone, and it makes me hesitant to give voice to my thoughts.
Even though I am writing these letters addressed to you, they always end up like this as of late.
I plan on paying another visit to the doctor's laboratory once I have finished this letter. I hope I will have good news to share with you.
Kaname