This is the fantasy world of the sky fox in the future, and she herself is unaware of it......

The sky outside the window is a beautiful light blue, and the future is lazily rubbing her sleepy eyes, even if the sun has moved majestically to the middle of the sky, she still seems to have not slept enough.

But the gurgling stomach of protest forced the future to emerge from this cosy nest.

After washing and changing clothes, Miku walked out of the world that belonged to her, and somehow, she felt that the entire corridor became cold, as if there was a strange wind blowing from an inexplicable unknown space.

When she casually opened the door of the room, a trace of unknown panic appeared in the future's heart, and her hand suddenly became like this cold handle, as cold as a living corpse.

In the future, I can hear the sound of her heart beating at the moment, plopping, more than several times more than usual.

Mirai retracted the hand on the doorknob, and then used his other hand to pull the cold hand tightly, trying to warm the cold hand like a corpse with a warm hand.

In this way, the two hands warmed each other, and they came from the second floor to the restaurant on the first floor.

The restaurant is surrounded by a large hanging clock with an antique meaning, and several distorted and abstract oil paintings are placed in a corner around the restaurant.

However, there is no half living person in this exquisite and elegant dining room, not only that, but even the back door and kitchen.

Looking at the past from the perspective of the future, there is only a beautifully paired breakfast, forgotten on the side of the wooden dining table - where the future usually sits.

The crystal goblet of milk stood quietly beside the plate, looking at its future with a look of pity.

Future stepped forward and subconsciously touched the glass of milk, which seemed a little lonely.

It's already cold, but it's not so completely cold, and the fingertips of the future can still feel a trace of temperature that is different from "cold".

One can imagine how the poor creature was poured into the goblet with boiling heat, and then waited with enthusiasm for its owner, and finally the warmth and emotion were worn out little by little.

Future picked up the cup and drank the milk, which looked a little lonely, this temperature was just right for her throat, because she couldn't eat anything too hot in the future, and her family knew it since she was a child.

Putting down the cup, Miku suddenly felt a little sad, it was a strong and unreal emotion, as if something was going to collapse at any moment.

But she really couldn't think of anything, and even if it was a flash, she was just sitting at the table eating a breakfast that was no longer breakfast.

On a delicate plate, there are three slices of bread with jam and a sausage with golden rims, plus a heart-shaped poached egg.

It must be warm.

The future is thinking like this, but the moment he picks up the knife and fork, the yellow side in his mind seems to be put on a warm filter.

Sure enough, it was a picture with a warm label, the familiar boy, the familiar face, and the accompanying sound was about to gush out at a certain moment, like the golden fountain in the center of the garden.

In an instant, there was a deep stabbing pain in her chest, as if someone had pierced her with a sharp weapon, making her chest clear back and forth.

The stinging didn't last too long, and Mirai swallowed the food on his plate with the negative feeling that almost filled his eyes.

Then, the future involuntarily let out a long sigh again.

The reason and motivation don't seem to be known in the future.

But is it really not clear why?

Miku seems to hear a voice screaming in her heart.

These uncertain emotions made Mikumi frown, and she quietly washed and put away the finished plate, then turned back to her nest, took a book from the shelf, and walked slowly to the courtyard at the back of the room with a large pale rose.

The sunlight was a pale gold of peace, and the fragrant air firmly enveloped the future in it, giving her an inexplicable sense of security, and her heart, which had been throbbing since waking up, had finally calmed down.

Mirai sat under the old cherry blossom tree in the courtyard and opened the book very naturally.

The title of the book is interesting - "The Chosen One", and the author's name is quite interesting.

The bright moon is safe, the bright moon is in the distance, how safe is the beauty?

Future chuckled unconsciously, and the sunlight filtered through her long eyelashes, leaving a beautiful butterfly-shaped shadow on her slightly baby fat face.

As usual, Future skipped the preface and table of contents, and then looked backwards line by line.

It was a bizarre world, a world with countless world lines.

Everyone is an imaginary character, but every person is real.

When the people inside don't agree with each other's truth, the so-called only truth emerges.

Located in the sequence, the eternity is the same, in order to achieve the only truth!

The future laughed out loud when he saw this, no one can deny anyone's existence, even if it is just a bubble in someone else's pen, he also has the right to exist.

Whether it is real or unreal, it will be only real.

Just like an electronic singer virtual idol, as long as she has a fresh heart, she can also shed tears and go crazy for it.

Mirai worked under the cherry blossom tree for a long time, maintaining the reading posture of holding a book at the beginning.

Just as she was about to close the book halfway through the future, she suddenly couldn't remember the contents of the book.

The characters in the book are like broken patterns, one by one so exquisitely constructed that the future seems to recognize their pronunciation and understand their meaning, but somehow it is impossible to connect two or more of them to explain.

Those words have strangely become pure characters in the mind of the future, and she can't understand any of them or a line, and as for the dialogue between the protagonists, it's even more foggy and unclear.

The light flickered in the clear eyes of the future, and she could clearly feel that she was becoming restless, as if something was interfering with the contents of the book she had seen, reminding her that she could not calm down and concentrate on remembering.

Mirai pursed her mouth tightly, and after a moment she had no choice but to lean under the tall cherry tree, her breathing had begun to grow rapid, and the picture in her head was messy.

In the end, the future chose to close her eyes, and the sunlight projected on her face was still warm, but countless cracks appeared in the sky of this world.

This world line derived from the Sky Fox Illusion does not seem to be able to withstand the cause and effect from the future ontology, and it is about to collapse......