The beginning of everything in the world heralds the end.

The beginning of this world, somewhere, the death of a certain girl,

The end of this world, when it was completely destroyed, broken to the point that it could not be pieced together-

The story ends,

The story begins......

dune

The girl stood quietly in the desert shrouded in night.

It was a barren, monotonous world.

It doesn't make sense......

Whether it's this world, or one's own existence.

It doesn't matter what happens tomorrow,

It doesn't matter if it burns and disappears into nothingness.

Birds sleeping in the desert.

A bird that broke its wings and could not fly into the sky again.

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Until one day,

Met at the end of this barren world......

The other self -

white

When I opened my eyes slowly, I saw only the white walls.

What is this place......

Who is 'I'......

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Consciousness was born in the abyssal sea.

The water from the void poured into the empty container.

Because the current was so strong that it was about to overflow in an instant.

A powerful external force imprisoned the top of the container, sealing all the qiē inside the inner layer.

Crack.

A strand spreads on the inner wall of the container.

The sound of overwhelmed crackling.

"Ah......!!!h

Screams rang out in the empty room.

Before perceiving the existence of **, a sharp pain came from the depths of the soul.

The formless consciousness is material, caught in a vortex of thousands of blades.

Split, crushed, reassembled......

Once again, it has a physical ......

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"Is this 'me'......"

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"Own name...... You know what? ”

"'Name'......"

Slightly confused voice.

"Can you remember? It's something that's important to you......"

"Important...... Stuff ......"

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Incomprehensible.

In the depths of my mind is a vast and boundless ocean, which is the epitome of countless imprints.

It's like looking at words that are randomly arranged and combined, and you can't understand the meaning.

At this moment, something emerged from that ocean.

Lips and teeth slightly moved――

"Ji ...... Key"

That's my name.

A name that emerges from nothingness.

The man in the white coat in front of him showed a somewhat surprised expression.

It was as if I had seen a spring in the middle of a dry desert, and I was amazed with joy.

I still don't understand.

Whether it is the meaning of this metaphor, or the sentiment itself......

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Why do I have zài here......

Under the little window, little her.

Silently looking at the world outside the window,

It is less than a day before the birth of the 'self'.

As if there has been an incalculable amount of time,

The ocean in the depths of my mind was too wide to swallow up all of them.

"What are you looking at?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded from behind him.

When I turned around, I was greeted by faces I had never seen before.

Aside from the two people she had just met, this was the third human she had seen in the world.

A woman dressed simply and with short hair.

Holding a teacup in his hand, he looked at himself with a soft smile.

A woman who can't be disgusted.

"By the way, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Pigeon, it's yours...... How do you say good...... Count yourself as your primary doctor. ”

The woman named Pigeon pursed the corners of her mouth slightly.

"Pigeon...... Sub"

"It's a rare name...... A symbol of peace, some can send letters. Some of them can be eaten......"

The pigeon placed the teacup on the table beside him and put his hands behind his back.

"It looks like it has wings, but if it flies, it will become a real pigeon......

A child-like smile.

What a strange woman.

She thought silently.

"Are you thinking I'm a weird person......"

The pigeon narrowed its eyes and spoke in a slightly dissatisfied tone.

"Hmm."

Nodding slightly.

"I really admitted it right away...... Isn't it necessary to heal the pigeons of my fragile heart at such times? ”

The pigeon pouted and muttered.

"That'...... You're a normal adult. ”

She said lightly.

"This white lie hurts more than the truth......"

The pigeon said with tears in his eyes.

"Is that so?"

The immature children's voice is still calm, and the slightest fluctuation cannot be heard.

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"The kid is looking out the window again."

"Is there really no problem...... Wake her up......"

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The night sky was covered with stars, twinkling little by little on the dark sky.

Under the windowsill, a small figure stood quietly.

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"The world in that child's eyes must be incomprehensible to others......

"I have been sleeping in the gap of nothingness for four years, and now I have to use this immature body to carry such a huge consciousness......"

"Is this really true? ……”

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Years later, the girl can still recall the scene.

The pigeon bent down and crouched down in front of her, its clear eyes reflecting its own pupils.

"Can your eyes see me? …… The real me ......"

Didn't answer, or didn't know how to answer.

"Do you want to be friends...... And me? ”

The pigeon pursed the corners of its mouth slightly, just like the smile it had seen for the first time.

"Friends...... Friends"

He looked at the palm stretched out in front of him faintly, with a slightly dazed look.

"Is that ......?"

The pigeon smiled lightly,

For some reason, she felt a faint loneliness in that smile.

"One day, I wish we could be friends......

"One day, it would be nice to be able to understand each other......"

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"One day ......"

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