Kazama has forgotten when he began to fall asleep.

It could be the beginning, or it could be the end.

In my memory, there is only a soft and smooth feeling, little by little, eroding my gradually blurred consciousness.

The sweet spring with a fragrant fragrance, wisps of it, penetrated through, with a strong electric current, gradually paralyzing the entire body.

The body was gradually hollowed out, and only in the darkness, the source of the sea urchin-like personality, constantly changing eleven different lights, slowly drifted out of the body.

Then, slowly levitate above the head of Kazama Flutter.

Flickering light and dark.

In the brightness and fading of the colored light, there is a moon-white cat, slowly, slowly walking out.

Step by step, it gradually blurred, and finally turned into a moon-white streamer, gently winding towards the source of the grid......

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That night, Kazama had a dream.

A long, long dream.

In the dream, there is a moon-white kitten, walking slowly in a dark corridor made of steel.

Walking, walking.

The small catwalks, elegant and eager, but the road seems to be endless.

Finally, as if eroded by the darkness around him, the moon-white hair suddenly appeared a few more strands of black impurities.

Then, more and more, finally, the original moon white was completely covered and turned into the purest black.

The pure black kitten is still walking, sprinting, running.

Finally, roaring.

The hoarse voice struggled desperately, as if trying to break free from its established fateful track.

Around, a light appeared.

When these lights were so cold, even Kazama, who was a bystander, felt a chill to the bone.

Then, suddenly, the light became blinding.

Gorgeous as glass, but as gray as death.

The furious energy, or passion, or cold, or bone-eroding, or numb, intertwined, entwined, twisted into layer after layer of huge shockwaves, and rushed towards the black kitten.

The sound of scolding, strange laughter, and cursing also came in dense clusters like locusts.

The black tail stood straight up, with the originally supple hair on the arched waist.

The black figure suddenly became larger, and then larger, turned into a hill, turned into a hill, turned into a rolling mountain.

The immature roar, carrying a series of black shadows, rushed out, tearing everything apart.

with a fate that binds him.

The black shadow, slowly getting smaller, the moon-white hair, seeped out again.

The kitten wagked its tail and walked slowly, forward.

It passed through the human village and saw the human children, who were playing in groups of five or six, with innocent smiles on their faces.

The kitten unconsciously ran towards them, and then was picked up, squeezed in his arms and rubbed vigorously.

But no one played with it, just threw it around and rubbed it vigorously.

So, the moon-white light bloomed again, and a familiar face appeared in front of Kazama Yangyu, but she didn't look at him, just turned and smiled at the children.

But the children were crying, and in the blink of an eye they were crying and running away.

It stared blankly, did not chase it, but turned back into a kitten, and walked forward with its head bowed alone.

I crossed the mountains, crossed the river, and just like that, walked aimlessly.

She met the elf, she met the lion, she met the fawn, but no one wanted to play with it, and everyone was afraid of her, and when they saw it become their companion, they fled.

The kitten was very sad and it didn't know why it was all about.

It felt that the creatures of the earth did not like it.

So, the kitten became a cloud, drifting and drifting with the wind, higher and higher, higher and higher, until it reached the end of the sky.

Then the wind left, leaving only a lonely cloud.

But the cloud wanted to float higher, so it turned into a wind and drifted higher and farther.

Time will not grow old, and the wind will not grow old.

It floated alone, I don't know how long it took, anyway, it should be long enough for those children who don't like themselves to become memories, history, and dust.

It feels like it will be lost in the torrent of time, immortal, impure, immortal.

However, it was grabbed by whom, clung tightly, and dragged to a desolate place.

A desolate place, where there is nothing but the eternal half of the light, and the eternal half of the darkness.

And in the midst of this light and darkness, there was a pair of silver eyes, slightly bent and laughing strangely.

For the first time, it saw someone smiling at it.

It was so happy.

As a result, he became the most beautiful in his own right.

The long moon-white hair, gently hanging down, and the graceful eyebrows, with the charm of a human girl.

It laughed, and the smile was as soft and touching as the light here.

The silver eyes were stunned, but he wouldn't change, he could only bend a pair of silver eyes and let out a louder laugh.

He had no body, just a blurry mass that surrounded his silver eyes.

Occasionally, the vague mass would crack open an abyss-like gap, and then, swallowing up all the surrounding existence.

Then he put down his non-existent mouth and laughed even louder.

The girl smiled happily and ran, shuttling between light and darkness with those silver eyes.

All the time, every minute and every second.

I don't know when it began, in this desolate land, there was another girl, she was beautiful, charming, and proud.

She doesn't like to play with young girls, but she follows those silver eyes all day long.

The silver eyes ignored her, and still laughed with the girl every day, like two fools.

The silver eyes kept devouring, swallowing more and more.

His eyes began to redden, red like blood, and almost everything in front of him became his food.

He began to devour the earth, one bite could swallow a mountain, and another bite, a huge pit.

But he kept devouring, as if he would never be satisfied.

It's just that he only doesn't devour the girls around him.

The girl wished he could devour herself, so that they could become one and be together forever.

But he refused.

That time, he didn't smile.

He ran, like those human children, and fled from the maiden.

As a result, she was left alone.

She was left standing alone.

In the midst of desolation.

No, it seems that there is also the bewitching girl, who was not devoured, and hid from somewhere, and then came out again.

She giggled, gloating and laughing at the girl.

In my ears, there was a piercing voice.

"Big, stupid, ass! Big, stupid,! ……”

"Ahh

Kazama sat up sharply, shouting loudly.

"Humph! Finally up! ”

A coquettish shout, with a pink rage, swooped straight towards Kazama Yangyu.

"Yesterday, I threw Princess Ben over there and ran to the wine pond meat forest by myself! True...... It's so hateful! ”

Kazama Takaba, who had been burned into an explosive head, quickly turned his head, only to see an extremely delicate pretty face puffed up slightly, and his round heterochromatic eyes were staring at him fiercely, as if he had cut himself with a knife.

"Uh...... Hull ......"

Memories come flooding in.

"The ......"

Kazama suddenly thought of something, and his words came to an abrupt halt in the middle of his speech.

Then, he slapped it on the slightly bulging quilt.

The quilt quickly deflated.

"Fortunately ......"

Kazama breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thankful for what?"

Hull narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

Then, suddenly, it stretched out in a more rounded arc than before.

"You! You big pervert! Is it the same ...... last time?"

The quilt was violently lifted.

"Meow~"

Silly screams, dragging out a long, languid tail.

The cat, who had been moon-white, slowly stood up from the quilt that had been completely lifted.

Lazily, he stretched, and then suddenly ran under the bed.

"You ......"

Kazama looked at the cat who was leaving leisurely with a thin tail straight upwards and a small catwalk, and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

The feeling of déjà vu spread faintly in my heart.

"Yikes! Big pervert! ”

"Smack!"

There was an exclamation, a hot burning sensation, which spread on his cheeks in an instant.