It is a place of absolute static, where there is no notion of space or time, or rather, these concepts are forcibly static before they are formed.

There is no past, no future, this is a place of stillness and eternity.

But eternity will also come to an end.

This world seems to have had a prosperous civilization at one time.

I saw an altar, I saw the beautiful carvings on the ruined walls, and I saw the unknown symbols on the broken stone slabs. It seems to be some kind of hieroglyphs, some like mountains, some like rivers.

I stood on the earth, letting the wind caresse my body. The wind has no source, no direction, and blows in all directions, as if it came from the ends of the earth, and nothing can stop it.

Even with my body, such a tattered body, I can clearly feel its power.

Under the blowing of the wind, countless points of light fluttered on the earth, like fireflies, although the light was faint, but so clear. The maiden stood in the midst of the light, letting them circle around her.

There was a gust of wind, and some points of light flew up from the earth, and they seemed to be something that had grown on the earth. The girl stared at them flying high.

This is the world I was born into.

It's a fairytale-like dreamscape.

I naturally accepted flowers, trees, and flowing water and rocks, because they were things that should have existed, and they were not unusual.

I naturally accepted the ruins and crumbling ruins next to it, because this is a world that is gradually dying, and it is not uncommon for there to be a civilization in the past.

But what are those points of light? Fireflies? No, not like some kind of creature. I've never seen anything like it.

Another gust of wind blew, and a few points of light flew past me, and I chased them. The dots of light floated in front of me, and I tried to reach out, and the dots of light passed through my fingers made of garbage. Even if you touch them, you can't change the direction in which they are moving.

They have no substance, as if they were the light itself.

Is it magic?

I stood there for a moment, and the girl walked up to me. I turned my head to look at her, and then pointed to one of the dots of light.

"What's the matter?" the girl asked.

I couldn't answer, I didn't have a vocal organ, I just pointed to the point of light, waved my arms again, and made a very exaggerated gesture.

"Are you saying that these lights are incredible?"

Is it brilliance? These are faint glows than just points of light.

Yes, I nodded.

"And what about the sky?" the girl pointed upward.

No, I shook my head.

"Where's the ground?" the girl pointed down.

No, I shook my head.

"Where's the ruins over there?"

No, I shook my head.

"It's incredible, is there only these brilliance?"

Yes, I nodded.

"That's why. The girl put her hand on her cheek and thought for a moment.

I also wanted to learn her movements, but the mechanical elbow joint didn't allow the hand to move in that position.

So, I could only bend my arms unnaturally, looking at the girl's pensive face, waiting for an answer.

For the girl who has always lived here, the light is as much a part of nature as the water or the trees I am familiar with. It's just that they can't be touched, there are only images, not entities.

I think they are all products of the refraction of light, like rainbows. But where does the light they refract come from?

There is no sun, no moon, and the sky is so pure that there is nothing, it is really just a blue, simple sky.

Looking around, there is no light source to be found anywhere.

That is to say. "You find it strange because you know things that are not incredible. ”

"Perhaps. I nodded.

I searched the depths of my shattered memories, seemingly a long, long time ago, or perhaps a distant future, when I existed in another world. I only remember that feeling, but I don't really remember it.

When I think about it, just this feeling, this incorporeal concept, fills my heart with an inexplicable warmth.

What kind of world is that? I shook my head. I don't have any memories associated with it.

Is it a better place than here?

Isn't there a lot of things that make every day enjoyable?

Wouldn't life there be so lonely?

I thought to myself, asking myself some strange questions. I can't communicate with the girl, so I can only do things that look a little silly by myself.

The girl has always lived here in solitude. Because I know that this is a place of nothingness, sadness, and loneliness, with no future and no hope, I chose to be born here.

yes, it's a lonely world.

"Now, don't you really regret being born in this world?"

I didn't answer anything, just stretched out my mechanical arm and took the girl's hand.

That's my answer.

The girl hugged my short and cold body: "It's good to have you......"

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It is a place of absolute static, where there is no notion of space or time, or rather, these concepts are forcibly static before they are formed.

There is no past, no future, this is a place of stillness and eternity.

But eternity will also come to an end.

This is the place again......

I sensed that I was connected to the world again, and I saw dead trees and garbage. I remember here, a terrible world.

I wanted to change the world, but I came back here.

Is it because someone pulled me in? I don't know, but I vaguely remember that in this world, it seems that someone is waiting for me.

I felt my gaze fixed on the ground, a vision I hadn't seen in a long time, but there was nothing to see on the ground.

What the hell am I doing? I turned my 'head' and my vision widened, and the girl was right in front of me.

It was the girl I had been gazing at, beautiful and immaculate, she was the only light in this world, and it was impossible to take your eyes off it.

The girl stretched out her hand, and I reached out to her...... I don't know what to call this patchwork thing, but let's just call it my own "hand".

Our hands are clasped together. Or rather, she was holding my "hand".

Even though I didn't have a sense of touch, I could feel it, the girl was holding my hand. It's a wonderful sense, as if you see it and understand it. Is it because there used to be?

I twisted my neck mechanically, perceiving the world with the vision of this world, as bad as ever, this world.

It seems that it was really born in this world, and became a part of this world, just like those dead trees.

But thanks to this, I was able to touch the girl.

It's a sad world, but the girl brings me warmth.

Held by the girl's hand, sadness and warmth poured into my chest at the same time. If I had a heart, it would be the place of my heart.

I don't know if I was born here because I pursued the girl, or if the girl wanted to see me and made me born into this world. I gave up all the happiness that I would have had in the new world.

But what does it matter?

It doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong, I just know that in this world, I get what I want most.

The girl took my hand with some difficulty, helped me to my feet, and took a few steps back to make some space. She clapped her hands in front of me, as if she were teaching a child to walk.

By the way, I'm practicing walking. Memories are precipitated together, and if you don't try your best to recall, you can't remember anything.

I walked towards the girl, my legs were heavy, and I didn't know what the girl had put in them, so I could only barely move.

The girl clapped her hands, and I tried to walk towards her, but my feet would not obey.

I was so heavy that I fell forward again and again, but the girl still struggled to lift me up, tirelessly, and again and again. I don't know how many times I repeated it, but I knew that the girl in front of me was already out of breath.

Finally, I walked in front of the girl.

The girl crouched down on her knees and hugged my short, cold body.

"Well done. ”

Warmth, this is the only warmth I get in this world, and it is the warmth I have been pursuing.

Even though the cold body made of garbage could not sense the girl's body temperature, I looked up at her, and there were many questions I wanted to ask her.

But I don't have a mouth, and I don't have the organs to communicate with a girl.

I was silent and turned my "face" in the direction of the window—the window shrouded in backlight at all times.

I suddenly had a strong emotion, I wanted to see the outside world, and I wanted to be outside, to witness the end of this world with my "eyes".

No, I don't want to witness the end, I have my own things to do.

I still have something very important to do, and that matter is at stake in everyone's lives!

What the hell am I doing, why am I stuck here?!

"What are you doing?" the girl asked suddenly, "You seem, what do you want to say?"

I'm sorry...... Bye......

"Excuse me, goodbye?" the girl seemed to read what I was going to say, and repeated, "You're leaving, aren't you?

Maybe...... Maybe after I finish what I need to do, I will come to you again, maybe I can find a way, and I will save this world with you.

After all, I'm full of infinite hope......

"I see...... Then you must protect yourself......"

The girl used her rough hands again to caress the cold me, hugged me tightly, and did not let go at all: "You must come back......"

I nodded my head mechanically, indicating that I would be back.

"So...... Goodbye......"