The Awakening (Warning: very cringe; skip to next post for the actual talk & announcements)

Tenshi blinked several times, slowly raising her head.

She slowly rubbed her bleary golden eyes.

What was I doing? I’m…at my desk? Oh, I fell asleep out of the blue again?

Narcolepsy.
Ever since young, Tenshi had been struggling with a condition called burnout that made her suddenly lose consciousness out of the blue.
Just like Riki.
…………Who’s Riki?

A yawn came, followed by another, then a third.
Almost through muscle memory, she reached out to start up her computer.
Enter.
The RGB fans whirred to life, and the monitor lit up.

I can’t remember clearly, but for some reason I feel like I’ve dreamed so much this time. Somebody was…depressed? Or lost? And……job interviews—why would I dream about that?—and…… something really happy happened?

Unnn, it’s no good, I can’t remember clearly……

I wonder how long did I sleep this time though……?

Her monitor lit up, showing the document that she had apparently being working on right before she suddenly lost consciousness.

The Last Updated said Sep 30…… and the date displayed at the bottom right said…Jul 18…which meant……

Ten months, huh.

…………

……Hm? Ten……months?

TEN MONTHS?!

Suddenly wide awake, Tenshi snatched up her phone, which thankfully was charged due to having been plugged in this entire time.

Oh my god, all the messages………

Seeing the big red numbers displayed on top of all her contact apps gave her the shudders.

How much has she missed this time?

How far has the world left her behind this time?

And, the question that she dreaded most …… how many people has she disappointed again this time?

This was what she hated most about her condition.
Every time she falls asleep for a long time, people leave.
And she doesn’t blame them—how could she?—because people move on with their own lives, their own paths to walk.
But those who kept calling, those who kept messaging, all those people who stretched out their hands in offer of help, only to be met with silence and nothingness.

Every time she wakes up from a deep sleep, she finds herself wracked with guilt.

And this time was no different, as she opened app by app, scrolling through all the comments, all the messages, all the well wishes. Tears streamed down her face and she read them all, carefully and preciously.

I’m so sorry, everyone …… and thank you so, so much for your love and support.
I don’t deserve any of this.
How can I repay all this?

But just as she finished reading the last one, ping!, a new message arrived.
A quick glance at the preview informed her that it was from her mysterious mother.
She had saved her number on her phone merely as ‘Mother’, but to be honest, even she did not know her mother’s name.
All she knew was that as far back as her memories went, she had known that Mother was her mother, and that Mother was a real goddess, the Goddess of Translation.
And for some reason, despite never having met Mother in person before, she unconsciously associates Mother with big, white, fluffy wings that seemed so large as to envelope the world and a sea of books and letters and words so deep and wide as to know no end.

(Tenshi, my dear miko.
You have just woken up, haven’t you?
Rejoice, there is a new job.)

Upon reading this, Tenshi’s eyes lit up.

By ‘job,’ Mother meant a new translation project.
As far back as Tenshi could remember, it had been her joy and purpose in life to connect people and ideas through language barriers, to share enjoyable stories to as many people as she could.
This was what she had to offer, what gave her life meaning.

However, as she continued reading through the job details that Mother had sent over, she came to a realization.

(Mother …… you will need to make re-make me into a new personality.)

(You don’t have to accept, you know.)

(……No, the world has clearly changed too much during my last deep sleep. The times are calling for a different kind of medium, a different platform. To progress…is to change.)

(…………It seems you have already made up your mind. Very well then. Don’t worry, you’ll still keep your memories, yet feel right at home in your new skin.)

(Thank you, Mother.)

.

.

.

Taishi blinked several times, slowly raising his head.

He slowly rubbed his bleary black eyes.

What was I doing? I’m…at my desk? Oh, I fell asleep out of the blue again?

He checked his watch; he had apparently napped for an hour.

Well, that was weird. Was I referring to myself…as a girl inside my dream? Preferring to play as a female character in MMORPGs cus I don’t want to be staring at a guy the entire time is one thing, but to dream of being one too? Hah. Not that it matters though.

As he stretched and yawed, ping!, he got a new message on his phone.
A quick glance at the preview informed him that it was from his mysterious mother.
He had saved her number on his phone merely as ‘Mother’, but to be honest, even he did not know his mother’s name.
All he knew was that as far back as his memories went, he had known that Mother was his mother, and that Mother was a real goddess, the Goddess of Translation.
And for some reason, despite never having met Mother in person before, he unconsciously associates Mother with big, white, fluffy wings that seemed so large as to envelope the world and a sea of books and letters and words so deep and wide as to know no end.

(Taishi, my dear ambassador.
You have just woken up, haven’t you?
Rejoice, there is a new job.)

Upon reading this, Taishi’s eyes lit up.

By ‘job,’ Mother meant a new translation project.
As far back as Taishi could remember, it had been his joy and purpose in life to connect people and ideas through language barriers, to share enjoyable stories to as many people as he could.
This was what he had to offer, what gave his life meaning.

Reading through the job details, he felt excitement coursing through his body.

I know this one! I had worked on it before—eh, why did I stop? Oh well, not that it matters—and this one is great! Oh man, I sure hope everyone loves it!

With his sleepiness completely blown away, Taishi reached out to start up his computer.
Enter.
The RGB fans whirred to life, and the monitor lit up.
The wing-and-book logo faded away as he successfully logged in.

So then…… let’s get to work!


So alright, that’s me trying my (very bad) hand at writing something of my own lololol.

Main reasons why I worked on this (instead of translating, which I should have done I’m already starting to regret this pls send help):
1. A lore-friendly (do we even have lore? lmao) way to explain why I’m changing my name to Taishi
2. To try to express how sorry I am for disappearing, how thankful I am for you guys’ continued support, and how excited I am for the next part of my journey as a LN translator

Now that you’ve already read all the way to this message at the very end ….
please just let this slide.

I’m too afraid to read comments on this stupid piece, what I’m doing it literally writing a chuuni story based on myself and publishing it on the internet at large hahaha. ‘Goddess of Translation,’ pfft. I am so going to regret this hais 🙈

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3 thoughts on “The Awakening (Warning: very cringe; skip to next post for the actual talk & announcements)

  1. I helped translating shadow some what. ~~ for like 5 or 6 month… Sry my lap top broke, but I got a new one and a new work and kinda died.

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