The castle in the darkness, the gray sky, the sea of fire in the sky swallowed the tongue of fire like a demon, and the girl's memory was always full of wails and explosions, "Knock knock knock!" kept running, echoing like her own heart, "Knock knock knock!", beating strongly, this strength drove her, reminded and told her, and had to face many distorted faces and tearful goodbyes.

"Knock knock!", "Knock knock!", "Knock knock!", "Knock knock!", "Knock ......". This desperation made the girl's heartbeat gradually weaken.

Disappear, silence. "Click, click, click. The girl felt her body open, followed by a hard, clear clockwork sound.

"Take care......" someone whispered in the girl's ear, with a slight cry, and the vague figure left quickly.

The girl's body had no strength, and she struggled to open her eyes, and the gray sky filled with black smoke became the last image in front of her.

"Knock!", "Knock!", "Knock knock!". Resurrection, endless fall, deep sleep.

When she awoke, among the fluttering white petals, the kind of petals that could only be found in the land of the Thin-Winged Flyer, the girl suddenly had a splitting headache that seemed not to allow her to remember.

The girl stretched out her hand and caught the white petals, which dissolved in the girl's palm and turned into a puddle of water...... It's the same thing that comes out of my eyes.

The girl's memories seemed to be like the puddle of water, pulled from her body, silently dissolved, and never to be found again.

In front of the girl, there were many people dressed in heavy-colored, clumsy clothes, wearing hats or holding umbrellas, blocking the fluttering white petals, coming and going, like numb spectators, no one spoke, extremely indifferent.

The earth covered with white petals, but it was the first time that the girl felt numb and stiff in her body, which was not a comfortable feeling.

The girl got up in a trance and found an octagonal wooden box underneath her body. The girl's body did not respond very much, and she trembled and opened the box, and the center of the box rotated itself, and a moving melody sounded inside.

Prelude. There are only these two words in the girl's mind.

Warm liquid flowed from her eyes again, and the warmth made the girl's cheeks extremely comfortable. Is this what happiness feels like? It seems that the ablation did not drain the girl of everything, at least she remembered the melody, and the girl opened her mouth to face the sky.

A sound came from between her throats, rhythmic to the familiar melody, and the girl began to sing, her voice struggling, and then becoming more and more fluid. The wooden box became an accompaniment to the girl's singing, and even the ethereal voice could not compare to her singing voice.

The melody goes from slow to fast, step by step: sometimes low and tactful, sometimes gentle and melodious, sometimes agitated and high, sometimes solemn and pathetic...... The girl spreads her arms and pores, longing for a kind of hug. The hurried passer-by paused for a moment, then left again.

It's an apathetic world, and no one wants to really stop and listen to the song.

In the black night, the thin figure, the girl sang indulgently among the flying white petals.

At the end of the song, the wooden box was exhausted, and the last note was silent.

"Pap, papa, papa, pap......" The sound of applause sounded in the darkness, all at once, loudly, and for a long time, a tall man who came out of the darkness, he may be the girl's only bosom friend.

"It's a good song. The tall man said.

"Little girl, where are your parents? The tall man squatted down, smiling, with a kind expression. He stroked the white petals off the girl's body, then wrapped himself in brown clothes, and pinched the girl's nose with his warm palm: "If you stay in this snow for a long time, you will get sick." ”

The girl didn't answer the tall man's words, but just looked up: "Is the name of this white petal 'snow'?" At this time, the girl felt the warmth transmitted by the brown clothes, which was different from the cold snow. But it was the same as her tears, very comfortable, a feeling of happiness.

"Sir, I don't know where my home is?" replied the girl.

The tall man smiled and continued, "Then do you know your name?"

The girl shook her head with a vacant look in her eyes.

"Just like my uncle, my name is 'Root'. What's your name?" said the tall man, guiding the girl, hoping that she would remember his name.

"My name, my name!" the girl began to recall, but her head cracked, "I don't, I don't know...... I don't have a name. "The girl cried again, very sadly, as if she had lost something important.

The tall man scratched his head and looked around: "Or...... I'll give you a name, don't cry. The tall man said.

The girl gradually stopped crying.

"Singing in the night, brown clothes...... You'll be called 'The Nightingale.'" The man's voice was gentle.

"Nightingale, Nightingale...... Nightingale!" the girl burst into tears and laughed.

"Do you have a place you want to go?" the tall man asked. The girl shook her head.

The man put away the melodic octagonal wooden box on the floor and put it into the girl's clothes. Then he picked up the thin girl and put her on her shoulder: "If you don't have a place to go, then follow me." The man laughed.

The girl looked at the man's smiling face, and touched it with her cold little hand, which was extremely warm.

"Do I call you Uncle Gen, Uncle Gen?" the girl asked timidly.

"Of course. The tall man laughed.

On a snowy night, a tall man with a little girl, stepping on the thick snow, slowly disappeared into the night.

The clear sound of leather boots stepping on the snow, accompanied by singing and the melody of the octagonal wooden box, often echoed in her warm dreams. This is the first memory that the girl recalls without a headache.

"Uncle Gen, some memories always make my head hurt. ”

"Nightingale, don't think about it. ”

"Uncle Gen, why is there only night here?"

"Nightingale, because the name of this place is [Dune of the Eternal Night]. ”

"Uncle Gen, the red ghosts and green ghosts are not as terrifying as they look. ”

"Nightingale, it's good to have a few more friends like this. ”

"Uncle Gen, thank you for bringing me to this place. ”

"Nightingale, it's all fate. ”

"Uncle Gen, I became an apostle by my own strength, although I am much worse than you, but I will work hard!"

"Nightingale, you are amazing. ”

"Uncle Gen, this is the first spiritual weapon cane I have made, give it to you. ”

"Nightingale, you've grown up. ”

"Uncle Gen, why have you been there for so long this time? What's so good about the meat cage world?"

"Nightingale, there are many things in this world that you can't do by yourself. ”

"Uncle Gen, why did you give away the spirit weapon cane I gave you?"

"Nightingale, I'm here to save people's lives. ”

"Uncle Gen, do you have to leave the 'Black Coffin'?"

"Nightingale, someone needs me more than you......"

"Uncle Gen, you'll be back. ”

“......”

"Uncle Gen, you can take me with you. ”

“......”

"Uncle Gen, Uncle Gen, Uncle Gen, Uncle Gen, Uncle Gen, Uncle Gen...... Am I supposed to treat you as if you're dead?"

Root left, went to a place called the Meat Cage Realm, and from his expression the nightingale read that he probably would never come back.

The nightingale laid a tombstone for this tall Uncle Gen who took her to start a new life. The girl grew up to be a maiden in the moonlight that never saw the light of day, she got to know many people around her, she was proficient in refining weapons, and she was valued by 'generals', and then she became stronger and stronger...... But even if she needed him again, he wouldn't call her 'Nightingale' softly.

"Nightingale, there is someone who needs me more than you......" Nightingale recalled his last words repeatedly. Can this be considered a real goodbye?

"Nightingale, there are many things in this world that you can't do by yourself. "Even if the nightingale wanted to see him, he couldn't see him, because he couldn't help himself. She's crazy practice, crazy maker. I was so fascinated that I forgot to sleep and eat. Perhaps, she just wanted to use these to make the 'night' of the Eternal Night Dune pass a little faster.

"Uncle Gen, if I were a little stronger, would you come back to see me?"

"Uncle Gen, my strength has caught up with you, will you still be happy for me?"

"Uncle Gen, Lord 'General' values me very much, will he also send me to the meat cage to complete the mission?" After completing an important mileage, the nightingale went to the tombstone he had given to Ne.

Nine years have passed like this, and the nightingale still likes to sing to the sky, but the climate of the sand dunes of the eternal night is hotter, and there is no longer the cold 'snow' and the smiling Uncle Gen......

But why can't we get out of the grip of these rules, and are all these years of stubbornness really worth it?

Suddenly, one day she figured it out without warning, but she had a sense of being evacuated after a trance fall, and half of the tombstone of the root was cut off, a bad premonition. Nightingale didn't know what had been lost, until she faced the half-broken tombstone and could no longer remember his smiling face.

The roots, hidden in the ground, provide nutrients for the young leaves until they rot in the ground. But...... He's not her alone.

"If so...... Why can't I go to the meat cage world and see who he needs more?" she cheered as she came out of her stubbornness.

It was on that day that she met the red ghost. The Red Ghost went to the Meat Cage Realm to retrieve the fog, and the fog brought two messages to the quiet sand dunes of the eternal night, each of which exploded in the nightingale's ears like a thunderbolt from a clear day.

The Meat Cage Realm was born as a consul, and the root died.