The first place, but also the final place.

A place that has always been remembered, a place of infinite concern.

Overworld, I'm coming.

The instinct of life, evolution.

The river of illusions has countless expectations of existence, detachment.

I can do many, many more for this purpose.

In the end, I don't feel like myself.

Can I have that kind of peaceful daily life again?

I'm no longer me, can I still look directly at that place of remembrance?

The warmest place in my heart, home.

I don't know, but, I have to go back.

Even if I'm no longer me, there's still a lot of things to say home.

There is another sentence that I did not say to my parents.

"I'm sorry, I'm back." (To be continued......)