If I were to compare,
The world I dove into to the world I live in now,
This world, is like a dream,
Lands in the sky, spaced away,
Tied by the clouds.

The ships littered the sky,
People fought
People traded
People fled
People greeted
People.
They had fun.
I had fun. This dream of mine, was fun.

Though my age had come to an end, my home had come to ruin, I fear not. I cry not.
I woke up each day to the whispers of the blight.
But this, this is something else.
The end of the world,
The end to the dream.

I never saw myself as a skyfarer,
And true to that belief, I found myself a home.
A big box, cleared out, decorated,
That was my home. My child.
I learned the caves below, and the whole island became my playground.
Until the day, the world turned over.
That was the day, I was left homeless,
But I wasn't mad, or sad. It was a new frontier, waiting to be explored.

But alas, a feeling of openness could not hold a crowd forever. As I would get lost in the sunset, people left and right faded away like the sun's rays into the night.
I didn't know their names,
I didn't know their faces,
But I could tell,
Anyone could,
That people were leaving.

"This is a game after all"
Those were the words I forgot.
This is something that needs to be nurtured and cared for.
My playground, was taken away from me.
It wasn't mine to begin with.
I have no right to complain.
But still, why does it hurt?

I hear complaints of lost money.
But still, at least to my tired soul,
Being able to breathe the air of the open skies, set my heart into light.
It was my comfort, on those dark days,
It was my fun, on those boring days,
It was my solace, on those melancholic days.
I lost nothing, nothing but time,
But even with time,
It was something I was willing to give away.

As I lived amongst the ruin of an old civilization, reading the texts of the old days, I've falsely realized that, there was no purpose in my dream. It was only there to pass the time,
But that's alright, right?

So thank you, Bossa, I hope you find success in your ambitions. Though my dream has come to an end, though your world has come to an end, thank you. Thank you from the corner of my heart, the corner that wanted a vast open sky to dream into, even if it was already in a dream.

A dream in a dream, funny, but it felt... real. The air I felt sifting through my gloves, the breeze I felt swinging beneath the island I called home, braving the blight each day. Yes, it was all a dream. A pleasant, lovely dream.

But I'm a dreamer. That is why I fell so deeply in love with the dream you gave me.
So once again, thank you, thank you.
May the warmth you have given me be given back to you, as you sail the open skies in your dream.

Sweet Dreams, Bossa Nova
Rest in Peace, Worlds Adrift

~Asadekai