Tenkou blinked her eyes, looking around. She sat on a porch
swing, the misty rain obscuring the view of what lay beyond the
porch's awning. She looked around; the porch seemed empty, but
she had the feeling that she wasn't alone.
"Hello?" she called, voice casting out in the mist. There
was no reply. Tenkou stood and walked towards the railing of the
porch to stare out into the rain. She could see nothing, make out
no features of what lay in the mist. It was as if the porch was
the only thing, a solitary house in the rain. House? She turned
back around and saw that a door was in the wall of the house.
Walking over to it, she turned the knob and pulled it open. Only
darkness lay inside. Hesitating for only the briefest second,
Tenkou stepped inside.
The door slammed shut behind her, and the darkness closed
in.
~*~
Darkness: Dreams
Four: Lost in Possibilities
by: Chandra Rooney
darkness@cloak-and-dagger.co.uk
~*~
Revised: May 2001
~*~
Blinking away the dots dancing before her eyes, Tenkou
looked around and found herself in a kitchen. She was seated at a
table covered in books. The smell of coffee drifted up to her
nostrils from the mug in her hand. She looked down at the mug,
confused. "I don't drink coffee," she said softly, releasing her
hold on the mug.
Voices reached her ears from the hallway.
"Good morning, Lord Yamato," a young girl said cheerfully.
"You wouldn't be thinking of leaving without breakfast, now would
you? It _is_ the most important meal of the day."
"Thanks, but I'm really not that hungry, Drasil," Yamato
replied. "Is Tenkou all right?"
"She's fine," Drasil said. "In fact, she's just inside the
kitchen." There was a pause. "Are you certain you won't have any
breakfast? I've made pancakes."
"Well, I can't say no to pancakes," Yamato remarked, a smile
in his tone.
Tenkou watched as a young woman with long golden hair and
pale golden-brown eyes came into the kitchen. She was in a little
black dress and apron, but the most remarkable thing about her was
her blue skin. Tenkou felt herself staring, and knew it was rude,
but couldn't stop. Then her eyes found the young man who had
followed the girl into the kitchen.
"Zellar?" she asked, half-standing. Yamato blinked his deep
blue eyes and then smiled at her.
"You haven't called me that in a while," he remarked,
pushing his long fringe away from his eyes. He looked edgier; his
eyes seemed almost tilted. His hair seemed longer falling all
around his face haphazardly. Noticing her scrutinizing gaze, he
blinked. "What is it?"
"I-- nothing, I guess," she replied, looking at his open
blue short-sleeved dress shirt over the white long-sleeved shirt.
His khakis were a little loose, boot cut with lots of pockets in
the latest style. She'd never expected to see Zellar in anything
but the white t-shirt and faded blue jeans he'd worn to the
temple. "You changed."
"No, I'm just wearing clothes," he corrected, giving her a
sly grin. "I didn't realize that I spent so much time around you
undressed."
"Lord Yamato!" Drasil exclaimed, covering her mouth.
"Requiem has been a terrible influence on you, I see."
"Simply horrid." Yamato winked at Tenkou and eased into a
chair beside her. "Hey," his expression turned serious. "Are you
all right?"
Tenkou slowly shook her head. "No, I--" she broke off as
Yamato reached forward and took her hand. A blush spread across
her face. "Zell--"
"Tenkou, something is wrong," he reaffirmed. "Why are you
calling me that? Why don't you use my name?"
"Your name isn't Zellar?" she asked, weakly.
"Well, it's my last name." He looked confused. "Tenkou,
it's me, Yamato. You know, the guy you put up with for some
reason?" He continued to inspect her face.
"Yamato," she repeated, and the name sounded right to her
ears. Somehow it was more personal, less removed and impersonal
than 'Zellar'.
Noises came from beyond the kitchen. Drasil stopped what
she was doing near the stove and turned. "What was that?" she
asked. "It sounded like something--"
The men clothed completely in gray-green color stormed into
the kitchen. Some held guns, some held tazers, and some even held
swords. All of the weapons pointed at Tenkou and Yamato.
"Who sent you?" Yamato demanded, getting to his feet and
drawing her up with him. She was set protectively to his side,
the warmth of his body pressing into her. On her other side, a
warm sensation of something wrapped around her, over her chest in
a secure embrace. "Yggdrasil, get Requiem!" Yamato called, and
then turned his attention back to the armed men. "What do you
want?"
"We want you," one of the men at the forefront said. "We
want her." He gestured to Tenkou. "Most of all, we want what
she's got inside."
"No," Yamato eased in front of her. "Tenkou, run. Please,
just this once." She hesitated. Something felt wrong about
leaving him. "Tenkou," he said again, softer this time.
"Please?"
She nodded. How could she refuse when he asked that way?
Running for the back door, she reached it and looked back. Just
as she pulled it open, the first line of the men jumped at Yamato.
The second came for her. Letting out a little cry, she hurried
out the door--
*
The breeze whispered through the branches of the tree and
the blossoms fell down into her lap. Tenkou blinked and looked
around. She was sitting on a blanket underneath a cherry tree.
Where had the house gone? She looked around; the grove of the
trees stretched behind her, and it appeared that she was in some
sort of abandoned orchard. Before her, down a path off to her
right, she could see the church gates. For some reason she was in
a bikini and a holding a bottle of suntan lotion in her hand. She
looked up to see the boy with the short hair squinting down at
her. "Mind if I join you, Ten-chan?" he asked.
It was neither the most gracious nor the most chivalrous
thing to say, and it took Tenkou a moment to place him. He looked
like Zellar-- or was it 'Yamato'-- but his hair appeared to be
shorter. He was dressed in khakis, a white t-shirt and a pair of
black boots. A pair of black Ray Bans were perched on his head.
"Zellar?" Tenkou asked, shielding her eyes from the sun and
looking up at him. "Is that you?"
He frowned. "No, it's me, Ten-chan. Kurayamino." He sat
down next to her. "You know, if you keep mistaking me for Zellar
I'm going to start to think there's something going on between the
two of you." He grinned, a wild and charming expression. "You
look fabulous."
She blushed. "Uh... thanks."
"Do you want me to smear your back for you?"
Something tickled at the back of her mind. "Wait, you're
not Zellar?" She looked around. "Then where is he?" She stared
at the world around her. Like one of those picture puzzles she'd
played with her mother-- what's different between the two of them,
Tenkou? "This is," she answered, aloud. "There were never this
many cherry trees behind the church. And there was a bench in the
park. I could see it from my hotel room."
"What are you talking about, Ten-chan?" 'Kurayamino' asked.
"Everything is just as it should be. Come on, let's go back to
the hotel. We'll go see Zellar if it will make you feel better."
He reached for her hand, but Tenkou leap up from the blanket.
"What's going on?" she demanded. "Who are you? Where am
I?"
"Where are you?" he repeated. "Where you should be--"
"You'll have to do better than that," she snapped. "I'm not
going anywhere with you until I get some answers."
"I think you've been out in the sun too long," he said,
gently. "Come on, Ten-chan, we'll go back to the hotel and rest.
You'll feel much better if you lie down for a bit."
No she wouldn't, if she went with him she'd start to believe
what he said. She'd forget what was real. She'd forget about--
Someone. Someone was looking for her, weren't they? Someone had
told her to run ahead, hadn't they? Tenkou turned, looking
around. There, in the trunk of the tree behind her-- wasn't that
a doorknob? How strange, why would there be a door in a tree
trunk? Curiosity took a hold of her and she reached forward,
turning the knob. The front of the tree trunk pulled open, and
she could look inside. Tenkou stepped inside the tree trunk.
Funny, it almost looked like a garden--
*
The garden spread out around her in all directions.
Crystal water flowed from a fountain, and a walkway cut through
the endless sea of flowers. The garden was beautiful but silent.
It was empty.
"Hello?" she called, walking down the walkway. "Is anyone
in here?" She turned on the stone path, looking around her. The
path itself was smooth and worn from travel. It seemed many feet
had traveled the path, but where did it go? What waited at the
end of the path? She turned and looked back behind her; the path
stretched off endlessly in that direction, too. She couldn't see
any trace of where it started.
"What a strange place," she remarked, aloud. The sound of a
voice in the silent world gave her comfort. "Great," she made a
face, "I've resorted to talking to myself."
Sighing, Tenkou wandered further into the garden, still
finding no trace of an end in sight. The flowers spread out on
both sides of the path, a multitude off colors and varieties.
Yet, all of the colors seemed muted, they were softened or faded
as if painted in diluted watercolors.
Tenkou hummed to herself or sang very softly. She lost
track of how long she might have been walking or how far she had
traveled. Gradually the horizon changed and a large shape in the
distance became clearer.
It was a tree. A tree towering high above her and covered
with emerald green leaves. The branches disappeared into the sky
above her, the sheer height and width of the tree was awe-
inspiring. Was that where the path lead, to this massive tree?
She battled with indecision; should she continue down the
seemingly never-ending path towards the tree or turn back and
return to the fountain? Now that she considered it, the fountain
had seemed to resemble the one in the Town Square-- hadn't there
been more than one path branching off from it? Maybe it was a
crossroad, a place where paths intersected. If so, then surely
she'd have more luck finding someone at an intersection than so
far off down one path.
Turning, she made to return down the path she'd traveled so
far and--
*
Tenkou found herself once more tossed into another random
scene. She looked around at the dirt square and visible
buildings, historical Japanese on one side-- and a church on the
other. Not a Shinto or Buddhist shrine, but a western style
church. She turned, at her back was no longer a path stretching
off towards a tree in the distance but a wooden well.
Tenkou sucked in a breath, for she wasn't alone. A child
stood by the well. His hair was blue, falling into his wide dark
blue eyes. He was dressed in a blue tunic and trousers, a darker
color than his hair. His skin was pale, but Tenkou knew he wasn't
human. Between his blue brows was a small black spiral marking, a
tiny black pentagram above and below it. Around his neck, on a
chain was a black star pendant. It glittered and gleamed.
"But why can't I go with you, Hikaru?" the child asked, his
voice reaching Tenkou's ears.
Hikaru? She looked up and saw that someone stood beside the
child. He was cloaked in black, the long garment covering his
clothes. A silver spiral rested between his pale blue brows, two
lines
marking the four points of the compass around it. His hair was a
blue so
pale it was nearly white, with streaks of vivid silver running
through his fringe and hanging in his eyes.
"But I want to go with you," the child protested. The man
shook his head, gesturing with one hand and the other on the
child's shoulder. One of the man's slender fingers rested against
the bare skin of the child's neck. "Can't I go with Mommy?" the
child asked, after the man stopped gesturing. "Why must I stay
here all alone?"
Tenkou bit her lip. Although she couldn't hear the man, she
was certain that some sort of conversation was going on. Why was
he abandoning this child?
"But why?" the child asked again, his eyes widening further.
"How come I have to hide?" The man knelt and quieted him, placing
his other hand against the child's lips. He remained on one
knee with his face level to the child's for a few minutes, tapping
at the star pendant around the child's neck. Then the child
wrapped his arms around the man's neck and hugged him tightly.
When he stepped back, the man reached forward and broke the star
pendant in two. The boy's hair became a light brown color, and
his eyes faded to a light blue as the marking on his forehead
vanished. Taking the child's hand, the man lead him away from the
well and up the stairs of the church and then knocked on the
wooden door.
Tenkou hurried up the stairs after them, but as her foot
slipped on one of the steps and she tripped, stumbling and falling
down--
*
The floor was cold and the thin mat beneath her body offered
little to no cushioning. The blankets lay haphazardly across her.
Her chest rose and fell as her breathing was only just now
returning to a normal rate. She lay there, her long black hair
falling around her. The early morning sun was filtering in
through the windows, and the shadows of dawn played against the
rice paper walls.
She drew the blankets closer to her body and rolled over.
He had been up for a few minutes at least, moving around in that
silent way of his. Trousers already on, he was digging through
the scattered kimono and fastenings to try and find his shirt.
She watched how the shadows played across his back and the profile
of his face. She saw the small mark on his left shoulder blade
catch the light as he lifted the found article of clothing from
the floor. "Hoshi," she murmured softly, the word in the human's
language for the strange mark.
He turned, ice blue eyes peering at her from beneath his
tousled hair. "Did I wake you?" he asked.
She shook her head. "Are you leaving so soon, Yamato-sama?"
He sighed and came over to sit on the bed next to her. "I
would stay, Nozomi, you know that. Father Cloud will be up soon
and if he finds I am not there he will be very angry with me."
She pouted for a moment, watching him slip on the shirt. Then
she crept into his lap and fastened the buttons for him. "You
must tell him, Yamato."
He sighed. "If it was that easy, I would. But you and I both
know that no one approves of this relationship."
"I don't care," she said simply, playing with his hair. "I
would leave it all for you."
He cupped her chin in his hands. "I know you would, my
love." He kissed her passionately. "But for now...." She
nodded, as he let her slid out of his embrace. He stood. "For
now we have the night," he told her. "But soon, if things go
well, we can have the day as well." He bent down and kissed her
again. "I will see you tonight, my love."
"I'll be waiting," she replied. As he slid the door back, she
called out to him again. "Yamato, I've heard rumours."
He paused, the sunlight bright against his back and casting
his face into shadows. "What rumours?"
"Rumours that you have found another," she replied. "That you
no longer love me. Is it true?"
He stepped outside. "I'll see you tonight," he repeated.
The door slid closed behind him and he was gone.
She sat there and a small tear trickled down her cheek. "So
it is true," she whispered. "I am losing you." She touched her
belly. "What will we do, my little one," she whispered to the
child growing there, "if your father is not the man I thought him
to be?"
*
Tenkou opened her eyes upon a moonlight street. She took a
deep breath, looking around. It appeared to be the Town Square,
in the same fashion as the garden. However, instead of a
fountain, the huge towering tree sat in the middle of the Square.
Its massive trunk stood nearly a city block in width, and the
branches disappeared high above her in the starlit sky.
Footsteps sounded, someone rushing across the cobbles
towards her. Tenkou turned and saw the young man stopped a few
feet from her. His hair was blue, short with a swatch of long
orange fringe. He reached up and pushed at his hair, his hand
brushing at the long indigo hair twists hanging behind his right
ear. His eyes met hers, and Tenkou took a startled step
backwards.
His eyes were the strangest color she'd ever seen, a pink-purple
color like that of mulberries. Markings like small dark blue
points jutted from the corner of his eye, and they matched the
small
dark blue spiral between his brows. Four tiny circles of the same
color marked the spiral at the points of the compass. He was
dressed
in dark denim jeans, black runners, and a white t-shirt underneath
a
blue denim shirt.
"Well, you're certainly a difficult woman to find," he said,
a smile on his lips. His voice was soft, melodious and full of
good humour. "I was beginning to fear you'd be rushed off to
Judgement before I could divert the dream spell."
"Who are you?" Tenkou asked. "Where am I?"
"How rude of me," he remarked. His hand extended towards
her. "Twilight, the force of creation and beginnings."
"I've lost my mind," Tenkou muttered.
"Well, that was what the spell was working on," Twilight
replied. "I was trying to pull you back from it, but you didn't
make it easy. Kept rushing away. Going forwards, then going
backwards, then going forwards again." He waggled a finger at
her. "You were headed straight for Judgement, young lady," he
said, seriously. "You shouldn't be in such a rush to meet him,
Tenkou, there still so much you could do."
"What are you talking about?" Tenkou shook her head. "I
don't understand any of this," she replied. "And how do you know
my name, anyway?"
Twilight tilted his head, looking at her sideways. "Sit,"
he suggested, gesturing to a bench that had appeared to her side.
"Let's talk, Tenkou." Tenkou sat down on the bench. Twilight sat
down beside her. "The being you know as 'Yasha' isn't really a
queen of demons. She's more of a regional director for an
organization, and Asia, primarily Japan, is her region. She
places her prisoners in a sort of dream state that pushes their
minds into a intense state of hyperconsciousness. Most human's
minds
can't take strain and become lost in the spell."
"What happens to them?" Tenkou asked.
"Well, with their minds lost and trapped in a dreaming
state,
their souls and bodies become malleable." He paused. "It's how
she
prepares humans to become minions for her, by driving the humanity
out of them."
Had Yasha been doing that to her? Tenkou frowned. Sure, it
made sense for a couple of the scenes, but the others--
"In order to weaken the hold she had on you, I tapped into
her spell," Twilight told her, obviously pleased with himself.
"Normally we don't bother with Yasha's business, but I think
you're special." He paused, leaning in closer and lowering his
voice. "Of course to do so I had to supply something else to
occupy your mind, so you saw a few things you maybe shouldn't
have." He looked sheepish. "So, um, don't go telling Yamato what
you know before the right time. Oh, and don't call him 'Yamato'
before he says it's all right for you to. Otherwise he's going to
think you're in with the wrong sort of folks."
Tenkou struggled to process all the information. "I'm
special?" she repeated. "Why?"
Twilight gave her an exasperated look. "Because he _likes_
you."
"Who?"
He ignored her. "It creates opportunity, you see. Then all
we need is an okay from the two of you and things can start
rolling." He paused. "Yamato's coming to save you," he told her.
"He's on his way right now. He's accepted it and that's set him
down the path." Twilight gestured to the Square. "This is a
visual representation of the intersection, the crossroads, that
the two of you are standing at." He stood and looked off past the
tree. "At the end of several of them is a destination that, quite
honestly, Judgement and I would like the world to reach. However,
certain, shall we say, parties would do just about anything to
stop that from happening." He stopped, looking back at her. "I'm
saying too much, aren't I?" he asked. "Nat always tells me I say
too much! But I can't help it, Tenkou, I could never do the
cryptic mysterious act like he does. I think he learned how from
Prometheus because he's really good at withholding information--"
he broke off. "Oh. He's here."
"Who's here?" Tenkou asked, then followed his gaze to the
shadowy figure by the tree. All she could make out was that the
other had violet eyes, a purple darker than her own.
"Taeo," the figure said, softly. His voice was the same,
soft and melodious, but it seemed to have just slightly more of an
edge to it. It reminded her of Darkness' for some reason. "It's
time to let Miss Stone go for now. Say your good-byes for now,
you'll see each other again soon enough."
Twilight sighed a little. "I'm not good at good-byes," he
whispered, and then hugged her tightly. "I have to let go of you
so Yamato can wake you. When I do, the dream spell will try to
take you back. Don't be afraid, just remember that it's not real
and it can't hurt you."
Tenkou didn't know what to say. Complete strangers didn't
usually hug her, but then this past day had been anything but
usual. She hesitantly returned the hug and then let go as
Twilight stepped back.
He smiled, waving a little, and hurried over to his
companion. "You do talk too much," the other said, but there was
a sense of gentle teasing to the tone. "I bet she couldn't get a
word in edgewise."
"You're just cranky because you don't get to choose the both
of them," Twilight replied. "We go?"
The other nodded. "We go," he replied, raising his hand,
and snapping his fingers.
The world shattered.
*
Tenkou blinked her eyes as the world reformed around her.
The giant tree loomed above her again, but she was not in the
garden nor was she in the Square. She stood on the ground of the
earth, looking up at the impossible height of the trunk. It
disappeared in the night sky above her.
"_This is the end of your journey, little girl,_" a feminine
voice intoned. "_So, you wish to see the future? I will show you
the truth._"
"Who are you?" Tenkou demanded.
"_On your world I am called Kabbalah, the World Purifier,_"
the voice replied. "_I am surprised that you have survived. Most
of your weak race would are easily reduced to empty shells in a
quarter of the time you endured. Yet, you remain. I feel that
deserves a reward._"
"How about you let me go?" Tenkou suggested.
"_You are a clever girl, but not clever enough to make
deals with me. I have decided to show you the Fate of your world
and your miserable race. It will do what the assault of the
dreams could not._" Kabbalah paused. "_Behold._"
Tenkou found her feet were suddenly rooted to the ground.
She couldn't move; she could barely even breathe. The sky
cracked, parts chipping and falling down crashing into the ground
around her.
"_It is said that by destroying the World Tree one can
destroy the world,_" Kabbalah laughed. "_I suppose we shall see,
won't we?_"
The Tree began to shake. Tenkou reminded herself it was
just a dream, it wasn't real and it couldn't hurt her. Even that
couldn't prepare for what she was about to see.
*
The sky bled; Tenkou flinched as larger chunks of it fell
down around her feet. The ground around her began to crack, and
demons crawled up from the crevasses, avoiding the falling chunks
of the sky. Fire rained down from the Heavens. She looked up and
realised that the stars were falling from what remained of the
sky. They plunged in the water that was swirling around her
knees, heating it as its level grew higher with every second.
The Tree before her continued to shake; its many branches
continued dropping off and falling into the crevasses or splashing
into the water. She choked on the salty splash that resulted from
the hiss of the star falling down just a foot from her. It was
the ocean that swirled around her legs. The world was flooding
and the sky was falling.
She dared to look up again and saw a great wolf swallow the
rising sun as another smaller wolf ate the setting moon. The
fires and floods froze; darkness engulfed the land. Only a single
star remained in the sky, sadly shining on the dead skeleton of
the great tree.
Tenkou let go of her held breath. Before the sounds of
destruction had assaulted her, now all she heard was silence. She
looked at down at the icy wasteland she stood on, even the
hellfires that had burned in the crevasses had frozen. The world
was empty; it was dead.
"I'm still here," she called. "You'll have to do better
than that!" There was no reply, only silence. "Hello?"
"Tenkou," the voice was soft, strained, but distinctly
different from that of Kabbalah's. Had the stranger with Twilight
returned? She turned to see the wavering image. It flickered and
then solidified and the figure started walking towards her. She
saw his black pants and shirt, which were reminiscent of a
Japanese
High School boy's uniform and trimmed in silver. The whip around
his waist was also silver, and he had a blue cloak. His skin was
white but it shimmered. Along his cheekbones he had two black
lines on his face. Between his brows was a silver star. His
hair,
which was light blue in colour, was unrestrained and falling about
his shoulders. "What world has she trapped you in?" he asked, as
his
silver eyes looked around at the desolate plain.
"Who are you?" Tenkou demanded.
He looked at her and blinked. "I'm Darkness, Tenkou," he
replied, coming closer. "Do you remember me?"
"Zellar?" she asked, blinking. Twilight had said she saw
things she was not meant to see-- could it be that Darkness
disguised himself? She'd forgotten that he didn't look as she'd
seen him in the strange visions.
"Here I am Darkness," he corrected, looking about. "The
World Tree," he remarked, looking up at the skeleton of the tree.
"The Norse believed it reached from the underworld all the way to
the place where the Gods live." He looked up at it and then
around at the empty field of ice. "So, this is what the end
of the world looks like. I was expecting more fire."
"You missed the fires. They froze after the wolves ate the
sun and the moon," she replied. "You seem rather calm, all things
considered."
"I'm calm?" he raised an eyebrow. "Look at you." He
sounded impressed. "I'm aware that none of this is real," he
replied softly. "I know that neither of us is really standing
here. We're in Yasha's palace. She's trapped you in one of her
dream coffins."
Tenkou considered this. It matched what Twilight had told
her, but how could she be certain that it wasn't just that
'Kabbalah' accepting her challenge? "All right," Tenkou began,
"so it is a dream. How do I know you're not just part of it?"
"I suppose I could be, couldn't I?" He looked thoughtful.
"I'm holding your hand in the real world, Tenkou." She felt a
gentle squeeze on her left hand. "Did you feel that?"
Tenkou looked down at her hand. "I felt it."
"Yasha has you in a dream sleep," he explained. "I have
no idea what's she subjected you to, but you were captured at the
temple less than twenty-four hours ago. I returned with your
father tonight with the hopes of bringing you back from Yasha's
world. Your father is waiting back at the camp, and I'm waiting
for you beside the coffin. All you have to do is wake up."
Happiness flared inside her. "My father is alive?" she
asked. "What I saw happen to him was a dream?"
"I'm unsure of what you saw, but as far as I know he's
alive and well," Darkness replied.
The last remaining star twinkled above them. Something
tickled at the back of her mind. "You came for me," she muttered.
"Just like he said you would."
Darkness raised an eyebrow. "Like who said?" he asked.
"He said his name was Twilight," she replied.
Shock played across his features and it took him a moment
to regain his composure. "Oh," he said, as if it was nothing.
"Well." He cleared his throat. "It's not really anything. Yasha
and I have some old business to wrap up." He looked away. "Are
you ready to go?"
What was he, a high school boy? Tenkou rolled her eyes.
"How do I get out of here? Click my heels together three times
and say 'there's no place like home'?"
To her surprise he laughed. "That's not necessary." He
reached out his hand. "Just take my hand and then open your
eyes."
Tenkou did and she vanished from the barren landscape.
"Twilight himself. I see I'm not the only one who thinks there's
something different about her." Darkness sighed and shrugged his
shoulders, preparing for whatever might be waiting on the waking
side. The star above him twinkled again and vanished.
*
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