[I woke up....I slept well.] Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ】

[But why does my head hurt so much...]

[Who am I, how can I have no memory,,,]

The feeling of a splitting headache, like a blow to the head with a stick, forces our protagonist to open his eyes.

There was darkness in front of me.

It is as deep as the vast universe, and the darkness that can swallow up all light.

It stretched out its hands as if it wanted to push something away.

Why is it pushing away?] It wondered about its own behavior, as if it felt as if it felt the same inexplicable sense of familiarity as it had been at the beginning.

It's familiar, but it's also puzzling.

As its hand moved, a glimmer of light appeared above its head.

"Ah, it's already dawn. Thinking like this, with the strength of his hand, he pushed away the cage that separated it from the outside world.

There was a fearless light in front of it, and with the courage to stab its eyes blind, it raised its hand to calm the discomfort in its eyes and slowly sat up straight. Then, open your eyes.

What greeted the eye was full of emerald greenery, as if all that was left of the world was the dense foliage, and the sunlight cast in it, and the shadows of the trees were mottled and blurred. It raised its head and opened its eyes wide to see that what supported the leaves of the world was an ancient tree with a history of thousands of years, and the branches and leaves of this ancient tree were telling the changes of history and the ruthlessness of the narrator's years. The tree is dense and the branches of the tree, if you saw this tree down and counted the rings of this tree, it should be immeasurable.

The ground is barren in contrast to the density of the old trees. The endless ground is full of yellow sand, and the sand and dust blown by the slight wind rise and fall like dandelions. Beyond the tree, looking farther away, there was a vast mist, so thick that it could almost block out the warm sunlight.

[It's like a secret place that is often found in novels...]

That's when it saw black.

It was a long iron chain.

The chains of the reflector's sunlight. It seems that this iron chain is very strong, and the texture of stainless steel may not be comparable to the quality of this iron chain. One end of the chain is tied to the branch, while the other end,

is connected to its underneath,

In the black box underneath it, to be exact.

It was amazed.

It is in a coffin, and the four corners of this coffin are firmly bound to the branches of the tree by iron chains, like the appearance of a swing, which makes people laugh.

But how can there be a swing made of coffins in this world? It would be disgusting to put people in such a coffin.

Sure enough, after making such a complaint, it got up from the coffin and came to the foot of the tree.

As it walked along, the traces of the desolation on the ground bloomed into a large area of lush flowers and grass after its footsteps left. The slight fragrance of the flowers wafting in the breeze made it feel happy, so it walked around the ancient tree.

Although the ancient tree is huge, its footsteps can quickly bypass this circle in 5 minutes, which means that in this short 5 minutes, the surrounding area of this ancient tree has been very different from the environment just now, highlighting a different kind of vitality. It was delighted by the flowers everywhere and the spreading greenery.

A look of joy appeared on its face.

At that moment, it heard a rustling sound coming from its head.

Just as it was about to see what was making such a noise,

A cloud of dust suddenly stirred up in front of him. It was amazed by this phenomenon, and it couldn't help but use its hands to drive away the flying dust. As if the sound of something heavy falling reached its ears, the black shadow falling in front of it slammed into the ground.

When the dust cleared, a man dressed in black deacon clothes appeared in front of him, and he was sitting on the ground, and under him were the green grass and flowers that he had crushed, and the flower bones that had fallen like the bitter cold of winter, and he was crushed under him as if he was about to die, and there was a dying sigh like a thirsty people.

But it felt no disgust, as if the flowers that had just suffered were not of its creation.

It muttered, "Strange people. ”