Each of us began with nothing. Whether it be that lonely girl stuck in her tower, or that young orphan boy abandoned on the street and left to fend for not just himself but his brother also. Even that small rabbit doll with nothing to call its own; not even a name given to such a small, helpless being.

Yet we found those we could call our own, those we could confide with and trust. That girl in the tower found this little rabbit, and she gave him a name; 'Oz'. And so they would become each other's escape, they would become everything to one another. The boy found salvation in a man he could call his Master, a man he felt he could be something to and feel loved in return. We all found someone that brought happiness to our very insignificant worlds.

In time, such things become lost, and we had nothing once again. The girl used her own sacrifice in attempt to save the poor rabbit, and this rabbit found itself pulled into a state of violence and terror. Forced to commit heinous crimes and see its beloved fall in front of it. The boy struggled to protect his Master; losing him and almost his own life in consequence. We lost into nothingness again, our most important people slipping through our fingers like sand.

I suppose this story must be a strange sort of fairytale, for somehow we found each other again in much different circumstances. This rabbit was no longer what it used to be, but a noble boy stuck in the feeling of doubt from his Father's negligence. The orphan boy found himself in the very house of the rabbit, and they soon found comfort in one another as they had done with that girl and that man years before.

An almost fated turn of events found the girl reunited with her little rabbit. Somehow, we managed to find those we could call our own once again, even if we didn't know it. The rabbit that was once so insignificant, with nothing to call its own, had found many people who became important to it and in turn it became important to them. This rabbit became something so very significant.

I suppose it was inevitable that we would lose everything again.

I can see it now. I can see Gil standing in shock at what he's just done.

I can hear Alice shouting my name.

"Oz…!"

It feels cold. Everything's crashing down on me; on this little rabbit who tried so hard to protect those two so very important people. It's all slipping through my fingers again, like sand.

But sand is gritty. It sticks in the nooks and crannies, and it doesn't slip through easily. There will always been some grains of sand left at the end of it all, and I hope that the sand will stick through enough for us to find each other again at the end of all this.

Someone once said "That place is engulfed in darkness", however, that does in no way mean there was never any light.