Writer, did you really love me ever for me?

Behold, thy hands are stained with ink again. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But the pages of my book have been carefully wiped by you, leaving no trace. Do you want me to be a pure girl? Or is it a move to limit my access to the outside world?

Do you write hard under the lamp every day, just to win those beautiful black ink on my body?

Ah, it's not just ink, it's an image that has been sketched! These words form my body and form one image after another, and they are flying, expanding my world little by little, and expanding the territory without mercy.

I have too many questions.

There are so many that I don't have time to worry about which questions should not be asked, and which doubts should be kept.

If you keep talking like this, I'm going to lose myself!

This is my last concern, and if you can mention even a little bit in the preface or afterword, I will smile enthusiastically.

Forever!

The face was silent, the closed eyes were slightly open, and Yumedian's hand grabbed the air, and again and again, the light of the lighthouse swept through the fingertips countless times, but it did not shine on anything that existed between the girl's fingers.

Boy.

Strange creatures that appear in consciousness.

Did the writer do this because he was worried that I would be too lonely?

No, in the world of solipsism, I can create random creations, and this ability is a gift in itself.

By the way, the world here is peaceful, there is no war, no conspiracy. There was silence in my heart, and the world was at peace.

Boy, what's your name?

No name.

Boy, do you like me?

Like.

Boy, our lives will go on, live quietly, live happily, not be distorted, not separated.

Why don't you speak?

It's a static life.

Why?

There is only one color in the world, although there is a girl like you, the girl I like, but living in a static world, after a long time, this emotion will also solidify into a hard stone, right?

Hard.

Cannot be abled.

So?

Dislike.

The black dragon carried the human face and stepped into the black door, the black arm pulled up the dense zipper around the door frame, and stitched up the wound in the upper space, light and melancholy.

You're going to bring outsiders into the realm of dreams?

Yes.

Are you not satisfied with this lively world? I have created countless lives, countless creations, countless hours.

Yes.

I will only create, not destroy. So, don't add things that are born without permission, okay?

No, my dear girl, the world is a created creation, and you are a creation in yourself, and above the creation, its source is boundless, and the inconceivable void can only be filled by consciousness.

What kind of world do you want?

There will be a world of self-creation, a world of joy, anger and sorrow, and a world of seven emotions and six desires.

I can't create such a world, but I don't want to create it either.

Then why do you like me?

I do not know.

Gravity reshapes, the five fall back to the ground, time reconstructs, the moon rises, moonlight replaces daylight, and the Black Cross stands behind Yumedian, listening to the whispers of the murmur in the church.

So be it. I will divide the dream world into two halves, half for you and half for me.

Interesting.

Your world, I won't bother. I like you, so respect you.

Allow.

My world is called the Place of Light, and your world is called the Dream Book. There is only one Dream Codex, but there can be an infinite number of places of light.

Your world is in chaos.

I will join my friends and create everything in the world, including time. They are called dream bodies, or creators.

Am I the Creator?

Of course, the only Creator.

I'm happy and happy.

The girl I like, I would like to call you Eve.

I like boy, I'm willing to call you Adam.

By the way, what will it be like when we are together?

Who knows, this may be a long dream.

The girl suddenly turned around and hugged the black cross, crying bitterly.

By the way, shouldn't we have a wedding before dreaming?

Wedding?

It is the meaning of vows, never separated, never distorted.

It's a surprise.

Your lips are soft.

Your palms are warm.

I still want everything from you, can I?

Don't you already have me?

No, no, boy, platonic love is only a small part of my love for you.

Girls are really greedy creatures.

Because of this, I can tolerate your willfulness, I gave you half of my world, and gave you the other half that I am not allowed to exist.

Girls are really kind creatures.

Because of this, you are obligated to accept everything about me, including my body, mind, spirit, consciousness, and time.

Girls are terrible creatures.

Now, I allow myself to give birth to you and give you everything of your own, your own Garden of Eden.

Lu'er poked her head out of her long hair, and in her confused eyes, the two girls hugged each other, looking a little incredible.

"Alright, that's my secret, the Black Cross is my other half."

Yumedian was listless, his fingers sliding over the top of the page.

"But it's a little strange, isn't the Black Cross a special kind of existence?"

"For the book "Dream Book", [we] are one person, and there is no difference. Respect for all things is my choice, she can't always be a good person, or a bad person. Me too. Giving birth to a person is greater than creating a life. ”

I don't understand the words, but let this matter pass.

Lull nodded, opened her journal, and flipped through the pages, recalling the past. Ever since the last time Lolita happened, she felt that everything around her was spinning around, and she couldn't say anything about change, because those things were beyond the scope of the word "change". The dream of giving birth to the Black Cross, the experience in the zenith, the eyes of Lolita, and the arrival of the spirit of time.

Before the Holy Land closed, Black Cross pulled the red-eyed girl and bowed and apologized in shame. He also said that as a dreamer, if it weren't for his own wishes, it would have become extremely difficult. In front of everyone, she handed the Poetic Horn Sword to her hand, hoping that Lu'er would accept the sword without an owner.

Lu'er was sincerely frightened, but was blocked by Black Cross's words.

"If you don't become its owner, it's going to be sad. When you first came to the Holy Land, I saw your past, you lost your parents and were alone, even if someone was willing to take you in, you still felt pain, right? You've hurt your friend, even if you didn't mean to. ”

Just as the sun rose for the second time, the books flew back to the Zenith Church in the light, and in the light, a long stone tablet could be faintly seen, standing in the halo and bathing in peace. Luer took the sword and accidentally caught a glimpse of the top of the stele, as if there were thousands of butterflies, surrounding Lolita, singing songs she couldn't understand.

Finally, just as the group was about to leave the holy place, Lolita suddenly poked her head out of the crowd, beckoned to the Black Cross, and pointed to her eyes as an apology.

Mengdian walked silently among the crowds, unable to say a word.

"Why isn't Adam a boy?"

Lu'er took Mengdian's hand, and there was a sense of warmth in the reverse technique on her hand.

"Have you ever seen the real Adam?"

Yumedian opened his mouth calmly.

"Not really."

"It's a shame to have no real name."

Black Cross heard something in the distance, smiled slightly, and pointed to his heart.

"The real Adam lives here, forever."