Even in his sleep, he wishes you would give up on trying to save him..

Years and years, you’ve obsessively spend all your energy for Padparadscha, to wake him from his deep slumber.

Rearranging his components until your hands become intimately familiar with every intricate pattern of his delicate frame.

His eye flutters open as his consciousness finally returns.

”Who are you..?”

After all the sleep you’ve lost and yet his memories remain elusive, haunting blur.