Author: Minyaki MM

It is only in the dark that memories begin to work.

It's spring in Rudaburg, and you can't deny her beauty. Whenever you are, whether you put yourself in your shoes or not, imagine every subtle picture of the illusion you are in. Think about it, next to your right hand is a jungle that has just woken up, and the gray-brown branches are still the main color, but that doesn't prevent the green from being embellished, and as long as you live for a while, you can only see all kinds of green. You stepped forward, stood on tiptoe, and gazed at the young bud timidly poking out of the branches, and it glanced at it in a hurry, but did not dare to move, lest it be pecked out of its head by the hungry migratory birds that followed the warmth. I can't help but laugh when I think of this, but I have to hold back desperately, in those days, even children who can play freely will stop that cute smile and change to horror in the fastest time, I don't know if this is acting or really such a rapid change, but there was a time when a smile from the heart was priceless, expensive, like a luxury.

I think I'm a poet, but I'm too mediocre, my experience is always the same as that of the people around me, and they will say whatever I want to say, and there is no shortage of my unpleasant mouth. I don't have much good luck to squander, but I always have a good balance between the lucky and the inverted eggs, and I tell myself to be grateful for my life, which has no ups and downs.

I was like a homeless man who no one wanted, keeping the foundation of survival in the hotel, how long had I been in this room? If I were an old tree, I can still remember the first time that the blackbirds that flew in every year built a nest on my shoulder.

I began to desperately squeeze the memories out of my mind and let them sprout and grow into leaves. I crushed the past time in the Valley of the White Pigeon into fine sand, gathered a handful in the palm of my hand, supplemented by memories to beautify myself for fixation, and used the only remaining reality as a skeleton, maybe in this way, I can tell others what I want to leave behind - the silent singer in the dream.

From the south, that Gensokyo that countless people have been looking forward to.

However, I found that the story I wanted to tell – since no one wants to believe that it was true or not – was a story of unknown meaning, somehow unable to be expressed in words, which resisted me to describe, which resisted the authority of language, which I could not speak, which could not be spoken. How powerless language is, no matter how authoritative the letters seem when put together, there is no way to bind this illusion, there is no substance, it is both. But it is they that make the non-existent void known.

"The clock is reversed hundreds of thousands of times."

Jill suddenly remembered the night they were separated.

At seven o'clock, after a nightingale's chirping, they met under the pomegranate tree, as had been agreed. The starry sky was like Elune's eyes, which shimmered with joy, nervousness, and excitement, and her long eyelashes fluttered with fear and apprehension of the unknown. His moon came to his side, instantly brightening up Jill's depressed and melancholy mood, and dispelling the last trace of uneasiness in his heart.

"Let's go, I'll fill the axles with gas, and we'll be in Riblet the day after tomorrow and be free next week."

Jill said as he took Elune's hand, his voice trembling with excitement. Everything is going so well, yes, so far so far, as long as they slip away before they are discovered, they will be waiting for them to live freely without the constraints of the door, without the difficult thoughts, without the obstacles.

While in the Valley of the White Pigeon, Gil once heard the second mention of a butterfly. One afternoon, as soon as Jill and the butler had returned from the city, II came running with a book in his arms, and pointed to one of the pages as he took the coat from the carriage: "Look, Jill, it's Isabella! ”

Isa...... Beira? What is that? A girl name?

Jill glanced casually, but out of the corner of his eye was a sketch of a butterfly. The delicate pattern spreads out on its huge wings, making it impossible to take your eyes off it, and it's hard to imagine how eye-catching it would be if it were a moving entity.

"This is the most precious and beautiful butterfly in Calradia," said II, immersed in his new discovery, "Legend has it that if you see Isabella and make a wish to her, she will bring her wish to heaven and make her dream come true!" ”

Pinning your wishes on a butterfly?

At that time, Jill didn't pay much attention to the words of the second, and only regarded them as a dream woven from a fairy tale, which was used to help the frustrated people find psychological comfort. And I don't need this kind of thing for a long time.

But now, with Elune's hand actually in her hands, Jill felt like the lucky one who had captured Isabella, and her heart was filled with indescribable excitement.

"Let's go!"

Before Elune could respond, the house behind them suddenly boiled. The sound of running and noise immediately broke the silence of the night, and also stabbed Jill into his heart, like a large piece of ice being kneaded into the internal organs, bringing a bone-chilling coldness.

Discovered?!

The servants with sticks ran out of the mansion, followed by Hal and the grief-stricken butler. They soon rushed up with shouts and surrounded the two men who were trying to elope, the fire flickering, the voices of the people were noisy, and the footsteps were chaotic. Jill subconsciously pulled Elune behind her, her sweaty palms could feel her uncontrollable trembling.

[We will die in transparent Petersburg]

"Elune, what are you going to do!"

"Miss......"

[Proselpina* rules us here]

"Lord Howl, I remember this kid as a servant of the Lord of the White Dove Valley."

"White Pigeon Valley...... Take the young lady back first. ”

A servant came to try to take Elune out of Jill's hands, but when he pulled it, he found that he couldn't pull it at all.

Jill, like with some biggest obsession, hugged Elune in his arms. The strength seemed to rub her into his body, and it would be nice if he could just not separate from her. Fighting in vain, Jill could only whisper over and over again in the ear of the man in his arms:

Elune, Elune, Elune, Elune......

[We devour the air of death with every sigh]

"Take the young lady back." Hal commanded again.

The servants came up, and some grabbed Jill by the shoulders and held him down, one breaking his hand.

They pestered for a long time, and the servants beat and cursed rudely.

"You lowly!"

"Let go!!"

"Little bastard who doesn't know the height of the sky!"

One of the servants lifted his foot and stomped on Jill's back, twisting his foot with contempt in his eyes.

Jill snorted, and Elune was dragged out of most of her body.

Jill's hand was still tugging at Elune's hand.

Jill can't see anything, can't hear anything now.

He could only see Elune close at hand, and she shook her hand back with all her might, frowning and tear-stained, so sad.

[Every hour is a dead time for us]

The distance is widening little by little.

The sound of swearing, kicking, pushing and shoving in this crowded space seems to burst open.

Elune's hand was withdrawn from Jill's hand.

In the end, only fingertips remained.

Let me look at her for a while, pull her for a while, and then I'll leave, and there will be no one who loves her and takes care of her like this.

【Goddess of the Sea, Majestic Athena】

Jill didn't know where he got the strength, and suddenly broke free, and he waved away the people around him, and once again held Elune in his arms. Then, as if suddenly a switch had been flapped, Jill began to cry.

His head was down, his knuckles were white, his shoulders were shaking violently, tears were streaming down Elune's face, their tears mingling together, and he couldn't tell whose it was.

He cried so hard, so violently, but the terrible thing was that he didn't make a sound.

【Please take off your powerful stone helmet】

Hal visibly looked impatient, and he motioned for one of his servants to go over and separate them, but the butler took the lead.

The butler slowly walked over to Jill, his hand gently wiping tears from Elune's face.

It's so hot, it's going to burn the tears of all creatures that come close.

"Jill, I'm going to take Miss away."

The butler said loudly.

"Jill, tonight, you intend to kidnap our Miss Elune—" The butler blinked slightly, "As Miss's personal butler, I swear to the Almighty Deity that I will do my best to take care of Miss as I always do, and ensure that she will not suffer anything like this again, even after she is married, until she is satisfied." ”

After the butler said this, he gasped slightly, and he seemed to be exhausted.

He lowered his head and spoke to Jill's ear.

"Jill, it's okay, let it go."

[We will die in transparent Petersburg]

Jill's face was hidden in the shadows, and no one knew what his expression was now, and after a while, Jill let go of his hand.

Another servant came and took Elune away, and the servants rushed up and pinned him to the ground.

Raindrops of kicks and sticks landed on Jill's not-so-thick back, and before consciousness faded, he could faintly hear Elune's screams and Hal's last command: "Scrap his leg for me." ”

I've been chasing the dying butterfly in the moonlight.

But whoever it falls on will crush it in front of me.

You all lied to me.

Elune had been forcibly taken away, but she still reluctantly turned her head to look at Jill, out of nowhere, the tide in her pure blue eyes was back and forth, her lips twitched slightly, and she seemed to mumble to herself unconsciously. But in the end, nothing came out of the sound – no goodbye.

If you don't say goodbye, you can't say goodbye, and Jill didn't leave.

If you never say goodbye, you will never be separated.

[Here you are not the master, but Proserpina]

Then he pulled the corners of his mouth in some despair and smiled fearlessly.

He wanted to tell Elune that his injuries weren't as bad as she thought, and that he could hang out in the inn, have snowball fights with the innkeeper's children, and hang out with them. He could even throw away his crutches and walk down the hallway. "What's so hard about that? How could I not do it. He said. He has denied official disability certifications and has been trying to get others to think the same.

Even if I can't run like an able-bodied person anymore, I won't be a burden to anyone.

He spread out a blank sheet of paper on the bed, and held the quill with the tip of the pen that had been sharpened to write long sentences.

He scribbled and wrote and wrote until the entire sheet of paper was filled with neat scribbles in ink. Later, when he stopped to read through the unspeakable words, he found that he could not recognize them, as if the words which he did understand did not seem to say exactly what he wanted to say. He pressed his throat and squeezed a grunt swallow from the depths of his throat, unable to pronounce the syllables fluently. He then walked out of his sleeper room to prepare the samovar.

White Pigeon Valley is blue, white, purple, black, and she's not here. Suno is red. The vision projected into the eye no longer exists, it belongs to the past. The sky smells of soil, the sky is white, and the earth is white. The sky is like the land. Time turned into a milky liquid running through his fingers, he breathed in the expired air, and the filtered residue and impurities fell heavily to the ground. This world is like a hundred years ago, Rudaburg was a baby yellow pink light cyan, and Paraven was white. She's not there either. The sky and the earth are no longer separated, they are white.

He woke up from a dream. He walked back and forth between the bed and the triangular table. He paused. He continued walking. He walked back and forth between the chair and the window. He sat down. He stood up. He looked out the window. He lay down. He closed his eyes. He opened his eyes. He walked back and forth between the bed and the triangular table.

He found a new white page, spread it on the bed in front of him, dipped the quill into the darkness of the inkwell, and used his pen to try to write down the words.

He finally wrote on the envelope: To my dearest Elune.