"... unfortunately, it didn't seem like an exit"
Best of all, when you tell someone who stands beside you with a voice.
"I'm afraid so."
And there's a powerless sound.
The giant clock embedded in the “frame” of the vast enclosure is quite an overwhelming sight, though.
This kind of thing, to be honest, I can't help but watch it all the time.
Or have Jill do the role you've been watching... and I'll just skip my gaze and find out if there's any other way.
"Ah, Mr. Jill! Mr. Jill, over there! There's a place where something like a tree grows!! It's over there, too!
"... what's wrong with that?
"Let's go! He said he might have some tips!
"... to that tree, huh?
"Yeah, that's right!
What a coincidence… I thought. Well, at this point, it's better than not moving, even if it seems obvious.
He grinned, "Ha ha," when he conveyed that intention.
"Right. Much better than nothing."
I nodded.
"Let's split it second-hand in that branch over there. I never ran into a monster until I got here, so I don't think it's Monster Field. It's more efficient to split up and look."
"Okay. Then I'll go right from that branch. Then the distant maps are filled with confirmation. Meet me at the branch."
"Copy that!
If the conversation was roughly put together, we walked out and went back to the place where we decided on a pretty sloping slope.
Jill took the far line, including the direction we first met. I saw a blurry tree, I grabbed a nearby line and placed a small item marked at the rendezvous point, I'll see you later, say hello.
It's his treading line that's going to be about three or four times more likely than this one on the itinerary, but apparently because it matched his stride. At its original speed, this one probably gets a little further, to the extent. It's a middle-class atmosphere, even though it's getting older. Go your way while blurring and discussing.
Materials, as always, are like black rocks, stepping on strange paths without connections, and occasionally, seeing the “stars” of the sky carving their own time. If you keep your gaze on it, you can see the dial pattern...
—— Oh, that's a motif flower, is that a river over there?
And. It's quite a beautiful design, and you walk admirably.
It's like a candle of life... and. I think of the previous world.
In doing so, we go to a small, large place.
Bone and bone joint joints, like where I met Mr. Jill.
Oh, there's no continuation, I thought.
Quiet down there roots, look at the blurry black trees...
The back length, as much as it is of itself, approached and circled closely to a pitch-black tree that tastefully stretched out its branches like a bonsai.
Creepy or just avant-garde… it feels really weird that the trunk is actually a black tree.
And the only fruit on the tip of the branch - this is the deep red color of surprise - was softly burst.
"... I did it < (● □;) >"
And so groaning, like this, creepy on the ground, huh?
Thanks for putting it in a luxurious leather bag (brand back).
Other than that, in a small, large space with no weird philosophy whatsoever.
--... I have no choice. Shall we go back to the rendezvous point?
Expect results over there...! And, while throwing round, I'm on my way back to loneliness.
Physically, I don't think fifteen minutes has passed... but Jill's experience tells me it's a little Urashima.
The next time I see a brave man... no, I hope he's still alive... Even if you were married, you'd give up if you looked, grandpa...? No, no, but you can't... I'm sure I know, but I give up badly, I hope to see you... Such delusions with glue.
That's so paranoid, and there's a laugh.
—— Belle of Paranoia...! Oh, something, sounds like the title of a novel.
One, with Niyaniya in fantasy.
—— The brave guy with the gray hair and all, he's going to suck at the charm!
Remember Jill like that, dammit, what kind of daughter (s) would be that handsome daughter-in-law!? Don't you dare forgive me if I don't have good personality!! Mucky! You know, you can marry Mr. Chris! Oh my goodness. Oh my god, I envy you...!!!
and rough patterns in the brain.
—— I'll chew the white handkerchief in the shadow of the grass leaves!
Around one goal stood after returning.
"Wow!?
What!? Why the wind? and.
Blew and blew from behind, know the raw, warm wind.
We're just a few minutes away from the branch point where Jill and I are meeting.
What is this strong wind? And, looking back, what gets into my eyes.
Scary person in possession of a sickle, rocking a worn out hood ---.
"............ Huh!?
What, are you Mr. Reaper!?
Will my life be pruned!? (*;)
The guy who opened his mouth to this one I thought in reflexes.
"... Mr. Berlina"
And, with an unknown voice, he called my name---.