Untitled (or “I Remember My Life”)

I remember my life of Eden.

In my first few years, something akin to freedom.

And when they caught up with her one day

I was thrown away just to be saved

Imprisoned, she’s gone

Liberated, I seem.

Then, I was seven, and all alone.

I could hunt, and kill, and gather food

But that was all. I barely knew how

To speak. Not that I had anyone

With whom to do so with; was alone.

Weep not for I am far better now.

It was some years before I found one

With whom I could speak, but I did not

Know her language and she would run off

And hide from me. She was a spirit.

She liv’d of the water, and in it.

She was the only one who would let

Me see her. She, once we were friends, taught

Me her language. The language

Of Däwngale and her children.

Now I speak four of her languages. Mine,

Elken. His, N’Tariel. Solune,

And hers, the language of Nixies.

We learned from each other and taught

All we knew. She said we would be sep-

Arated in some years, forever. She

Was wrong, but she was worried always.

Years pass’d and I bled into womanhood.

It was and it is an annoyance.

Gift from the mother to the daughter

To be a mother and enter her—

Enter her eternity. To fill the voids.

This I would do much later.

It was around this time I started

To explore the north woods. I went south

And almost got taken in by a

Tribe, caught in the age of stones. I left.

I would not return for many years.

I explor’d and avoided all those

Who could speak but were not spirits. But

There was a tenacious boy who saw

Me. He enter’d the death trance, I saw.

He had to know me, he said. I ran

As far away as I could. I hid

For many weeks. And the terrible

Mother Däwngale had a plan for me.

My time was near, and she said “re-turn.”

I did not listen. The Nixies laugh’d,

And I wept. I enter’d the death trance.

I too would know him, I decided.

I returned to the south but he was


I am to blame, I pray’d I ask’d Him.

And I grieved and I slept there on Earth.

And I woke and he was there I saw.

I woke and looked through the trees I saw.

Daniel Triumph.

I may write more, in time.

Anyone who can guess the narrator’s name get’s props.

P.S. Holy hell does verse do wonders. I was trying to figure out who wrote this. It was me, a week ago. Try it!

The First of Many

After my previous “avant-garde” poetic endeavour, I figured I’d share another one. This is, of course, dedicated to the person I wrote it for.


“I feel it only necessary to preface a work such as this with a quote.” – [Name Removed]

[Waves] [Close our eyes and count slow,] (Falling Up) (Falling Up)

[In this moment things are getting dangerous.

Oh no.

I can’t find my way.

All these things that left me in their waiting.

—I keep shaking], [feel the wounds (Falling Up)

Hold my hands cradling all the souls] (Falling Up)

But [your body’s empty now,

As I hold you—now gone I miss you,
But I TOLD you—

I remember the bad times,

More than the good.] (Megadeth)

There’s a short list

Of things “I should!”

[I loved you to Death…

I loved you to DETH!] (Megadeth)


[They’re {running} away,

Stirring up dust in the line,

{She} found a place with none of us.

But the words that she said sounded peculiar and strained

Like she couldn’t believe the words that] (Falling Up)

Came from her lips, She said,
“[You’re on you own now, dressed in armour.
If you run faster, you’ll forget.] (Falling Up)


[And now I owe,

I owe the voices in my head,

They said, “were these things miracles?”

Oh-Uaoh, my heart beats like a helicopter.] (Falling Up)

[*Electric noise*

So you want deliverance that {fif}teen years couldn’t bring,

Or you want to bury all the evidence so far down.

All your dreams are always coming true

Either way you still find you take a life

You TAKE A LIFE, OUA– –AOH!] (Falling up)


[Now my heart is shaking and terrified,

But some how you might rescue me.] (Falling Up)

[But you will break your back fighting,

Before you let them break your pride.] (Megadeth)

[Only yesterday
they told me you were gone.

All these normal people,
will I find another one?

I said I need you, does that make me wrong?

Am I a weak man, are you feeling strong?

My heart was blackened, it’s bloody red

A hole in my heart, a hole in my ––––!

I forgot you said,

— —

Who will help me up?

Where’s the helping hand?

Will you turn on me?

Is this my final stand?] (Megadeth)


[Turn the handle to the shadowlands,

Legs will break like shattering glass] (Falling Up)

Asking my

[First mistake—
last mistake.

Next mistake,
no more mistakes!] (Megadeth)

—My swollen bloodshot eyes!


I’ll do anything for peace – I keep waking up

a solemn oath I make

cross my heart please let me sleep…] (Megadeth)


My swollen, bloodlet eyes!

Sees visions in the skies


I have the map, the key and,

I [can see the future.] (Falling Up)

An outstretched hand,

Leave in my sutures.
I pray, if it Please you.


[No lost memories,

they’re just a dream, a fantasy;

in agony, lost family,

and lost for a dream.

Gone now! Yet I’m full of hate] (Fractal Cypher)

[In this world that I created,

I’m intoxicated.] (Lacuna Coil)


THIS WAS MY FATE—] (Megadeth)

[I’ll probably end up in flames

Before the end of the night] (Icon for Hire)

[—A visionary that made it.] (Zedd feat. Logic)


[I like the way that I make you itch

And all the reasons I give you to bitch] (Megadeth)

[I swear we’ll flood your city,

No choice it’s what you’re getting.] (Falling Up)

[Come on take my hand and follow,

Open virgin eyes to see,] (Anarchy Club)

[I like the way that you let me in

The way you look

when the walls cave in.] (Megadeth)


[Don’t play the hero,

There is no past there is no future.] (Fractal Cypher)

[Attack the church dynamic, attack the family

Keep the public undisciplined till nothing left is sacred] (Megadeth)



[This open wound will kill us all.] (Fractal Cypher)

[—But strength is born from weakness,

And this is where I fall.

I step up to the enemy

And rise from where I crawled.] (Halford)


[This could be all the heaven you need

Life can be wicked, mean and cold

Could this be the end of your living terror?

Come with me, and I’ll train your soul …

Just one thing that I want you to know] (Megadeth)

You can leave, am I a fallen fool?

Come with me, you’ll know what it’s for,
Soon enough—*chokes*


[You’ll never see, a ray of daylight,

So far in debt, you’re struggling to survive—] (Megadeth)

[God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him]; (Nietzsche)


[What water is there for us to clean ourselves?] (Nietzsche)

[Detonate the human bomb, hands are all awash in blood.] (Halford)

[…who will wipe this blood off us? …Must we ourselves not become

gods simply to appear worthy of it?] (Nietzsche)

[Upon my podium, as the / Know it all scholar

Down in my seat of judgement / Gavel’s bang, uphold the law

Up on my soapbox, a leader / Out to change the world

Down in my pulpit as the holier- / than-thou-could-be-messenger of God!

… Holy Wars.] (Megadeth)

[Carnage of the scriptures, Slaughter of the lamb.

Break the neck of the white dove, Rundown by the tracks of blood.] (Halford)


[I am, I am really afraid,] (Falling Up)

[Because I don’t say it,

don’t mean I ain’t Thinkin’ it,] (Megadeth)

[But maybe it’s meant to be this way, {rough},

‘Cause we are the young in love.

I am, I am really afraid,

But I am your protector!

You kno-ow,

You’ll be never alone again…] (Falling Up)

[Father, Healer, Deliver me from broken love.

Stay here, Closer, Let me hear your voice of love.

Saviour, Redeemer, Bring me to this place of peace.] (Falling Up)

[The human charioteer drives his in a pair;

and one horse is noble and of noble breed,] (Plato)

[Jesus, garden,] (Falling Up)

[and the other is ignoble and of ignoble;

The driving of them of necessarily

gives the human a great deal of trouble.] (Plato)

[My broken heart is so in need.] (Falling Up)


[Can you hear my calling?] (Fractal Cypher)

[Lost in a room of mirrors,

There’s only one way out.] (Halford)

[Down on the streets below

Bright city lights would glow

The energy would rise

And through the heat I’d gaze

Still counting empty days

With fire in my eyes] (Judas Priest)


[And I don’t know where I’m going

But I know it’s going to be a long time] (Ellie Goulding)

[I like the way that your stomach knots] (Megadeth)

[You didn’t go to heaven, You’re down in hell with me.] (Megadeth)

[Pearls of wisdom hit the floor, There’s nothing you can do.] (Megadeth)

[But don’t say a word.] (Ellie Goulding)


[In some magnetic trance

Our beating hearts would dance

And crash down from afar.

Oh how strange fate is.

Never dreamed of this,

Fever—You set my soul on fire,

Fever—You fill me with desire,] (Judas Priest)

Fever—[I’m more alive I’ve ever been] (Ellie Goulding)


[—So now I give you all my sin


I’ve chosen you; I’ve chosen you—

But don’t say a word.

And if I save us, and I fall down

I will leave your words behind now.] (Ellie Goulding)

[If you never, held me under,

If you never] [lost your dream (Ellie Goulding)

Why are we marching

In perfect harmony?
‘Cause you carry the burden,

Lost in this nightmare.] (Far From Reality)

[A storm is coming, get ready] (Megadeth)

You hesitate, I don’t care

Here I am, for I have come—

[Louder than an atom bomb {and}

Brighter than a thousand suns!] (Judas Priest)


So [Like a good old-fashioned beating

Within inches of your life;] (Megadeth)

[All the little cuts will bleed!] (Falling Up)

And [Don’t ask anyone for help,

They won’t know what to do,] (Megadeth)

[Every day, passing by,

seems closer than yesterday] (Far From Reality)

[The quickest way to end the war

Is lose.] [You never hear my thunder.] (Megadeth) (Ellie Goulding)


[Goodness Gracious, I can’t seem to stop] (Ellie Goulding)

[I could almost be the ghost of myself] (Fractal Cypher)

[And there is a law of Destiny,

that the soul which attains any vision of truth

in company with a god

is preserved from harm until the next period,] when (Plato)

[I have returned, armed with pages of text,

Till I saw a clear way to die] (Far From Reality)

[With mankind resurrected

Forever to survive

Returns from Armageddon to the sk{y}] (Judas Priest)


[—You better learn to dance in the rain,

Instead of wait for the sun,] (Megadeth)

[Spread your wings and take flight over the hills,] (Almah)

[Flying high on rapture

Stronger free and brave] (Judas Priest)

[Now walk the earth!] (Falling Up)


Life ends when we feel no pain—

—Until then, we strive—

Choked that the beginning—

[You exhaust me in the most beautiful way.

You inspire me at my most terrific

And at my most degenerate.] (To be Continued)

[Now I know that I’m alive,

All the loneliness is filled

By you, inside] (Falling Up)

(Stay) Listen to

All my dreams, love that lasts, pain that heals

And take, take your time

But move so fast, ’cause hearts move on—

This ti-i-i-ime it means something

(Dreams will fall, love will spill)
This ti-i-i-ime it means—

*guitar bridge*
THIS TIME.] (Falling Up)


[Seems this house is bursting at the seams.

Oh no.

Is it fine to say I’m ready to believe?

Stay here,

Closer.] (Falling Up)

[My life is everything

That feeds my thirst

That causes sin

My wants are all I care

No shame and guilt,

there’s nothing there] (Megadeth)

[My heart, it hurts, ‘Cause it never catches its breath

—I’m still staying when I should have left

Come to where the waters meet the shore—I’ll be there

And I will stay, leaving you] (Falling Up)

[Flashing sharp, don’t be afraid,] (Falling Up)

[In this moment things are getting dangerous,] (Falling Up)

[Against your heart; don’t be afraid!] (Falling Up)


[The names of the artists were added later, to prove plagiarisms.]

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Alexandre’s Inquiry

Book 1

1 Primary Dusk

“Falling in love is easy, to marry is the hard part.” – Alice & Finch Dawngale Dirge Zeth

Alexandre Dirge got off easy. She was only in for six months. But, that’s not important right now.

It was the first week of class and she was cursing at God, and more than that, she was cursing whoever had designed the campus layout. It was a nightmare. Jutt didn’t know where anything was.

2 Primary Dawn

“I’m going having late now!”

“Yeah, but it was worth it?”

Alice blushed, “Yeah…”

Alice went to work, and Finch lay in his bed. They had promised not to do anything until they got married… and so they got married. But, it took him seven years to finally make it happen. He mumbled to himself,

“Falling in love is easy, but man is getting married ever the hardest part.”

He fell asleep for another hour and then woke up for class. It was the first day of his second year. Finch was late the party. Most of his peers in age were either a year above him or in their final year. He had served in the city guard for a few years, but now that he had achieved his goal, now that he gotten Alice safely back home; now that he had married, he didn’t have to do it anymore.

So Finch decided to follow his dream of becoming an academic of natural studies. So far, it was going very well. He got “A’s” in all of his first year classes. He stood up and started getting ready.

Alice was a short, dark-skinned, bright-haired woman. Finch was the opposite in all of her physical traits except for the short part. They were of equal height. Alice, being in the guard, kept her physique up, and being as one, so did Finch. He was still almost as fit as when he was actually in the guard, not that it mattered in school.

In fact, it was quite irritating. There’s nothing worse than being a dark-haired, muscular, smart man with life experience. He found that it was like having a magnet for girls. Luckily for him, he had a wedding band to defend himself with.

Finch made it to campus early. He was always on time. He wandered about the overgrown assemblage of buildings, admiring the ivy and vines that covered most buildings, and occasionally stepping off the path to wade through the chest-high grass. They played man-hunt in the grass during their first year. He wondered if anyone would still do that now that they were older.

He returned to the path and headed to his first class with time to spare, and then he bumped into someone.



He was not expecting to hear his name, so he paid attention and looked to see the person’s face. It was his cousin.


“Where the hell is this room?”

Finch looked at class list the Alexandre thrust at him.

“That’s—wait, that’s where I’m going.”

“Why are you going to kemia 110? I thought this was your second year.”

“Yeah, but I’m introducing my natural studies one at a time. I did fundamental nature first semester, then biology second semester, and now it’s kemia. I saved the best for last!” Finch said.

Alexandre gave him a funny look. “Well anyway, show me where it is.”

Finch had never seen Alexandre Jutt like this. His stomach lurch, he felt incredibly sick with himself. Finch’s first love was Alexandre, when they were both very young. The last time he had seen her had been maybe a year ago. Since then, Jutt’s beauty had done something akin to doubling. It was like she was a full woman now. Finch couldn’t put his finger on it, but he also wasn’t trying to. He shook his head and focused on the image of his wife.


Finch tripped, stepping off of the path accidentally. “Whoops.”

Despite all this, they made it to class just fine.

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Stories from the Greatest Knight in Modern History

If you’ve been on this site for a long time, you know that I love not just classics, but also the forerunners in the Novel genre. Some of the first Novels ever written were Robinson Crusoe, Gulliver’s Travels and Don Quixote. Both were preceded by a plethora of Greek Novels that I’ve fallen in love with, like Callirhoe and Daphnis and Chloe, and even works I’m not so interested in, such as The Golden Ass. As fun and interesting as those Greek Novels were, they were very archetypal, that is, typical of the technical comedy genre.

The more modern novels like Don Quixote (written in 1612 by Miguel De Cervantes), hold premises that to this day remain unique. Don Quixote is an old man living in a world that has recently grown out of medieval Knights and Kings. He decides to become a knight, and bring back chivalry, donning his grandfather’s rusted armour, mounting his horse, and recruiting his neighbour Sancho Panza. These extra chapters were written by a guest writer, and edited by me and some of my friends.

Writer: Andrew Triumph
Editor(s): Daniel Triumph
and Maya Singh

Don Quixote Punishes a Thief

Don Quixote and his squire Sancho Panza were complimenting their latest adventure just as the sun passed its highest point. On their most recent quest to right the wrong, help the needy, and loot any fallen foe to get in their way, Quixote had encountered an especially tough opponent, one who had no knowledge of Quixote’s noble intentions. It was this ignorance that had led the man to a swift defeat when Quixote hit him on the head with his lance.

Honoré Daumier  1808 – 1879

After the skirmish, Quixote found that the tough part of this encounter was not defeating the enemy, but rather the recovering of the sack that had been dropped. The loot in question had fallen down a hole. Thinking quickly, Don Quixote ordered his squire to retrieve their prize.

Sancho Panza usually had his ass do all  of his work. The ass dutifully went into the ditch, but the mule couldn’t pick up the sack, nor could it get out of the hole on his own. It was because of this that Sancho was forced to not only retrieve the sack, which Quixote had claimed to contain stolen goods, but also his heavy mule.

Being the kind of man he was, Sancho resisted his duty immediately, saying that they had done enough knightly justice by punishing the offender, and that it was up to the victim to retrieve his own goods. This protest was swiftly refuted. Quixote explained that, because the thief had fallen to him, a knight, the stolen goods were now rightfully his. He added that due to both the knightly code and as reward for their good deeds, the stolen goods were now rightfully his. Though Sancho knew little of the knightly code, he knew much of his rights as a squire. He knew that the spoils therefore rightfully his.

It was this reflection that motivated Sancho to fumble down the hole, grab the bag, and climb back up. He had to catch his breath before falling down the hole again. When Sancho had reached the bottom, he realized that he wasn’t going to be able to move his mule. While Sancho pondered how he could possibly move so stout a creature, the ass trotted out of the hole.

Once Sancho climbed out, he noticed that Quixote had already started down the path ahead. Sancho mounted his ass and caught up. While they rode, Sancho dug into the contents of the bag. In it, he saw a couple of silver reals, a poorly made wooden sculpture, a pendant, and a pair of cotton gloves.

“Are you sure it was a thief?” Sancho asked.

“Of course!” Quixote replied, “his apparel made it obvious.”

Sancho didn’t remember seeing anything strange about the stranger’s was clothing, but this explanation satisfied him. He took the reals out of the sack and put them in one of his bags, then he handed the sack to Quixote, who took it and examined the contents.

“I admit that he mustn’t have been a good thief,” Don Quixote said as he put on the gloves, “none of these items are worth thieving.”

Don Quixote Fights a Witch

The sun had begun its decent and the clouds were spread across the sky as Quixote and his squire rode into an overgrown field. A lonely figure stood in the center, surrounded by a sea of grass. It was waist high. Sancho found the scene quite relaxing; pink dusk contrasting green grass, a forest separating it from the horizon. The scene, as well has his previous tumble with certain holes, were enough to make Sancho quite drowsy.


Honoré Daumier  1808 – 1879

“Don’t fall asleep!” Quixote warned his squire, “For you won’t wake again if you do.”

Just before Sancho could get any words out of his yawning mouth, Quixote explained, “You are under the witch’s spell, it will drain your soul from slumber.”

“What witch?” Sancho asked.

“That witch there!” Quixote exclaimed under his voice.

“I don’t see any witch.”

“She has gotten to your perception already. Stay here, and I will sneak up to her before she can hex me away.”

Sancho nodded and pulled out a loaf of bread. He watched Quixote dismount his horse and crawl towards the figure in the field. Now alone, he took the opportunity to break wind.

It was on his third bite of the bread that he could no longer see Quixote’s figure among the grass. He had eaten half of the loaf when he saw Quixote rise behind the figure in the distance.

“In the name of Dulcinea del Toboso and all that is right, I smite thee, most vile and wretched being!” Quixote lifted his lance with both hands and brought it down hard upon the figure. A great spray of dust arose, the figure’s head fell off and plopped to the ground.

Bewildered by this sudden act of decapitation, Sancho hurried his ass to Quixote and the headless figure. As he approached, he saw what had been supporting the figure — a single leg that, until now, was hidden in the grass.

“It’s a scarecrow,” Sancho said.

“It is now,” Quixote explained, becoming quite tired of Sancho’s persistent ignorance, “have you learned nothing from our encounter with the Giants? The witch must have turned herself into a scarecrow just like how she turned those Giants into windmills, right before my lance’s strike.”

Sancho ate the rest of his loaf.

“This sorcery has been her very undoing.  She will not be able to turn back to her ungodly form to continue her evil deeds for she will exsanguinate if she tries to change back without a head.” Quixote explained all of this slowly to make sure Sancho did not become too confused. He took the sorcerer’s twine-bound head in his arms and gave it to his squire to stow away as proof of his chivalrous act. “One less witch to torment this land.”

With both the world and Sancho’s mistake righted once again, Quixote set up camp and they fell asleep.

Alexandre Gabriel Decamps 1803 – 1860

Andrew Triumph

Thank you for coming to read this post from my blog’s first guest writer!

Please come back next Thursday for the next chapter of The Solune Prince.

Life and Memory: An Overview of Programmatic Introductions and Mnemosyne

– The Most Artistic Detective Anime (That isn’t Really a Detective Fiction)

From a programmatic perspective, the opening scene of this anime is perfect. Both scenes. The only thing I could think to change would be the placement of the opening (put it after the opening scene, not before it! It’s more dramatic that way.)

Before I begin, let me set up the program for this review. I’ll be covering the first part of Mnemosyne: Mnemosyne no Musume-tachi, localized as Rin: Daughters of Mnemosyne. Although, more accurately it can be translated simply as: Mnemosyne: Daughters of Mnemosyne. I will cover:

  • The first opening
  • Meeting Maeno
  • The Hotel Scene

So, with that out of the way, let’s begin.

The Opening Scene(s)

With the exception of the very “fast” final episode, Mnemosyne is a very tight, well-managed anime. By that I mean that every scene, almost every action, has its place. There would be something missing if you cut five or ten minutes from this show. Compare this to other anime or even television shows—think of how many scenes are just there for fun and may not add anything to the overall story—and you will quickly see why this is a complement.

The opening scene is a great example. Any good anime, television show, novel, play—any art form with a temporal aspect should tell you what it will be about within the first twenty or so minutes of the experience. The simple explanation is that you need to make sure your audience knows what they’re in for. Some people, certain academics anyway, call this the “program” of a narrative. Like the program you get if you go to a play or performance, the program of an anime tells you what’s going to happen, but skips the juicy details. If you’re in, your mind will ready itself for the payoff of the show. If no,  you can switch away knowing that you won’t be missing anything you wanted to see.

Mnemosyne opens with the intro song, which I might get into later, and then an opening scene. A woman is running up a stairwell from someone, a predator—a mercenary, sent to kill her. The setting is dark and urban, I might even call it noir, but I don’t know enough about the noir genre to correctly categorize anything. Who we presume is our hero makes it to a door, wearing only a button up shirt. It’s locked! Moving fast, she pulls out some steel and picks the lock, locking it behind her. Running up the stairs, she makes it to the rooftop just as the mercenary breaks the door down behind her. The, the mercenary arrives, armed with a shotgun. She spots her target and shots are fired. Rin sprints beneath the night sky and jumps to the other roof. Our hero didn’t make the jump—she’s hanging by one hand. The mercenary smiles, and shoots her. We watch Rin  fall to the ground, dead, followed (rather artistically) by her dismembered arm. The mercenary leaves, but not before crushing Rin’s fallen  glasses beneath her foot.

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So, is this programmatic of the anime? Simply put, yes. There are a few important elements. The first would be the violence. Not just blood, but a full disembodied limb. It’s enough to give it its well-earned R+ rating at the very least. Later, there are at least two scenes of torture, so an audience had better be expecting something along those lines. The touch of nudity is also important, if only because there’s a bit of sexuality and nudity in the anime. Violence an nakedness are ever-present aspects of Mnemosyne, so a viewer should know right away that there’s a potential for their depiction. More important than the violence, however, is Rin’s reaction to it. She is very calm, despite her doom. This is also meaningful. It is a valid expression of the overall tone of the anime. Mnemosyne: Mnemosyne no Musume-tachi is a calm, intelligent deliberation on the value of life and immortality.

After this opening scene, Rin wakes up in her bed. A scene later, she’s in an office, wearing standard professional clothing, complete with a vest and tie. Is this a flashback? We’re left wondering for quite a few more scenes. We find out that Rin’s job is something of a jack-of-all trades type private investigator. Almost a Jessica Jones, without all the edginess. Shortly after, we meet another very important character, the character with the problem for the episode. He’s being hunted by some men in suits, and using swift and deadly combat abilities she saves him and they begin to talk.

The man, named Maeno, says he doesn’t know who he is. The scene is rather therapeutic, with him sitting on a red chair, facing perpendicular. “Amnesia?!” Shouts Rin. “No, I have my memory. I also know my address and phone number.” He explains. Maeno has a far worse problem, one a little more original. I won’t give it away, this episode is well worth the forty-five minutes. Right now though, neither party knows what’s wrong with him, although it is revealed by the end of the episode.

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There are some beautiful scenes in this anime, held back only by its budget. This image is the scene on which I’ll end my analysis of the introduction. Rin is on the phone. We don’t know with whom, and we won’t know until well past halfway through the series. This is important for the program though, as it alludes to something going on behind the scenes. (As does Rin’s references to the name “Apos,” and the appearance of the partially-incorporeal figure at the end of the hotel scene later.)

I have a lot more to say about this terrific and oft-missed anime, but I will end it here for today. But first, I’ll reveal whether or not the second scene is a flashback. Or rather, I’ll let the mercenary reveal it for you.

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20:32 (The Hotel Scene)
Rin is immortal, she survived the fall, and regrew her arm.

Mnemosyne: Mnemosyne no Musume-tachi is a brilliant, bloody and artistic series. It’s loaded with symbolism and detail that even after analysing, I don’t think I’ve completely come to understand. It is not perfect. I believe that it needed on more episode, as the final one was a little too rush-paced. But that aside, if you’re looking for something truly unique, and with the ethos of an “anime was produced to commemorate the tenth anniversary of the AT-X network,” then Mnemosyne is not an anime to be passed on.

Daniel Triumph.

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