。 The cow says *moo~*.

It lazily nibbles on the grass.

We walked on the shore for a while.

There seems to be no end to the coast. And so it went on and on.

The same goes for water, which is always with us.

But the swamp is indeed over now, and on our other side, adjacent to the salty waters of the ocean, is a grassland.

Walking on the grass is much easier than walking on the beach by the sea.

Birch stood there looking at the cows.

The cows watched us.

The cow says "moo".

- Charming.

I watched as the cow slowly lowered its head and continued to graze on the meadow by the sea.

It is a very large creature.

It was much bigger than both Birch and myself. But it seems mostly docile. It just grazes, stands in the sun, and listens to the calm waves. Only once in a while, it would stop its perfect life and say—

* Moooo *

Ha ha.

This sentence is perfectly in tune with my thoughts. Thank you, Niu.

I'll never forget it.

My friend's stomach is growling.

But I think we all know it's a little too much. Assuming we kill this cow effortlessly, what do we do with all the meat?

We can barely move it.

It would be disastrous to stop and cook over the fire now.

Birch Poor. She didn't know.

"Moo~" Birch lowered his voice, a rumbling sound in his throat.

The cow looked up at her, but had been grazing and did not answer.

Birch laughed, despite the rudeness of the cows.

Let's keep walking.

A minute later, a distant "moo~" sound reached our ears, and Birch smiled.

Very good.

- Thank you, cow.

I've decided that I like cows.

They make my best friend happy.

Word.

Language is a very interesting thing.

In one word, I can define a single thing or concept.

One "cow", one "birch", one "sunflower". All of this represents a singular thing.

- Each one is a specific entity.

But the composition of these things is already complicated. How many words do you want to use to describe each part of Birch? Cow's? of yourself? After all, we are all made up of many parts.

- So, in that sense, we are all things with a lot of words.

It's very complicated.

But words can also be strung together to form sentences and questions, and things have become more complicated since then. A sentence can be something very wild. It can be as wild as any savannah, swamp, or desert in the world.

As a result, the level of complexity has increased considerably. We're not talking about abstract things, like the rules between nature and living things, or the effects of one person's actions on another. These are all deep, incredible topics, and there are thousands more of them.

No, we're just talking.

If the words themselves are already so complex and subtle, what does this say about the extremely complex experiences that life offers us?

- Wow.

As my mind wandered, I realized that I never really realized how complicated life was.

In the puzzle of life, there are thousands, if not millions, of individual parts to think about and worry about at any given moment.

As we left the shadow of the tree, the sun shone on me and we were walking under the tree.

-[Sunflower]-

You are bathed in the sun

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The weather was warm.

It is bright.

It feels good.

- Maybe life isn't that complicated?

Why bother to think deeply about such a topic, when it doesn't bring you joy that something as simple and clean as the warmth of the sun can?

One might think that they are smart in doing so because they are involved in such a cycle of intelligence.

But, I would like to say that there is not a single intelligent creature in this world who is as happy as I am now. I learned a lot from my best friend Birch and her simple lifestyle.

The sun kisses me, and I spread the petals and leaves to enjoy its warmth.

Life is simple.

Life is good.

I'm a sunflower.

- Don't go overboard with happiness.

A giant cancer is standing in front of us.

This is the most terrifying.

Good.

If it hadn't died, it would.

- However, the crab is no longer there.

It's a dead crab.

How did the crab die?

What killed it?

Why is it lying here?

Once again, life has brought us many questions, and I can't find any answers.

"Wow......" Birch said in a low voice.

I agree.

Wow.

This is a very spectacular crab.

She reached for its pincers.

(Bu

ch) Used: (small pulse)

The shell cracked, and the arm shook. She did it again.

(Bu

ch) Used: (small pulse)

Its large claws fell from its body and fell into the damp sand.

She picked it up and sniffed it carefully.

I wonder what it's like to smell something?

- Ahh

I'm jealous again.

Birch has a wealth of experience with her existence, and I, infinitely simple as a sunflower, may never know.

However, whatever she feared about smelling didn't seem to exist.

"I'm going to put this here," she said, tucking the pliers between her backpack and herself, clamping between my roots, which pressed into her flesh. "This is tonight's dinner. I'm starving," she cried out.

Her gaze wandered over the horizon, and I knew she wanted to stop here, now, make a fire and eat a hearty, soft meal of crab meat.

- She was starving.

Her body craves a form of nutrition that I can't provide by sharing simple sugars.

We stood for a while.

However, Birch continued to walk, following the path to heaven.

Curious.

It seems that Birch's mental hunger is stronger than his physical hunger.

- It's weird.

Tell me, Birch. What do you hope to find in heaven?

I can't say.

But that must be a great thing. Why else would we be here? Why else would we come all the way? Why else did you take me away from my meadow a few weeks ago?

When you think of where we are going, what a magnificence and spiritual splendor the eyes in your heart!

It must be sacred.

Even I can't explain how my friend persevered, despite her body aching, shaking, and ready to fall like an idle log.

- Or not.

I may have lied. I think I became the naughtiest when I got older. Ha ha.

The roots of my hair, squeezing inward from her back, weaved into her legs, arms, chest, and I pushed them back into place when the muscles there began to loosen.

We will reach heaven.

Together.

There was a time when I didn't care about life or death, it didn't matter if it was here or there, it didn't matter if it was windy or calm. As long as the sun comes out, I'm happy.

- The last part is still correct.

But I also found something deep within myself that overwhelmed my flesh's basic cravings for sunshine, sugar, and minerals. In the depths of my heart, there is something that does not belong to the sunflower, it craves ......

Well...

I can't find the right word.

- Paradise.

But it doesn't stop there.

There was something within me that was not of my flesh that now drove me against pain, just as my roots pushed Birch.

I held up her arm and asked her to dig the raw crab claws in, taking a small bite as she went.

She thinks she's doing it.

But that's me.

I don't know if she likes to eat it. But it's better than dead.

We have to reach the end of the coastline. We have to get to the next goal. We have to find a way to get rid of the pursuers, today, tonight.

At our pace, tomorrow, the first enemy will strike us.

"Wow......" Birch said, her second biggest surprise of the day.

I couldn't argue with her feelings.

It's amazing.

Night falls, and in front of us, on the distant horizon, is the bottom of a silhouette.

It's the biggest silhouette I've ever seen.

The earth rises from the grass and rocks and shoots straight into the sky, like a knife cutting through the sky.

Birch dug the crab claws and ate the last bit of raw meat.

Since then, we haven't stopped once.

She threw it to the ground, not taking her eyes off the last great barrier between here and the promise of heaven that whispered forever.

It has to be.

It has to be there. There can't be anything holding us back.

Birch and I headed up the hill.

“Moo”。

Ha ha

What a funny sound.

I wonder what sounds crabs make?

Well...

The most curious.

I'm a sunflower

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