Lonely Attack on the Different World

One night, an orphanage on the outskirts of Omui.

The pyjamas in the bath make sleepy eyes shine and dream.

It's not a dream that disappears in the morning, it's a dream of tomorrow.

I can't wait for a pleasant tomorrow, a smile that dreams of tomorrow.

"" "How many more dials do you need for the amusement park?" "" Eh, how many do you want? "" Let's all go to bed quickly. Even if we kill all the monsters, time won't go by. "♪" "Aaaaaaaaa" "

In the beginning, the children who cried "no big brother" and "no big sisters", now... they still seem lonely, but I trust that they will come home properly.

"" Good night. "♪" Yes, good night. "

The family that didn't come back, and the memory of being alone. And the sad memories (trauma) that were dying in the orphanage were painted on the happiness of the brutality, and the painful memories that had been engraved in my heart were wiped away and ravaged...... just a happy sleeping face looking forward to tomorrow.

I can never erase my sad memories. Because I can't do what I never did.

Even though time will heal one day... the flow of time is too long for a small child, and it is too deep a wound in the heart.

So the volume. It's faster than the time that passes, the happiness that fills you without waiting to heal.

Because sad memories can never be erased, the overwhelming volume and destructive mass that ravages with more happy memories.

Because there was never any truth to it, everyday destruction is a daily routine that bombards the wounds of the heart with a forced smile.

"Even if you're lonely, it's funny." "Yes, I believe you. You will definitely come back."

Because I can believe in a fun tomorrow, I can laugh even if I'm lonely because I don't doubt it anymore. Even if the deep heartbreak cannot be erased, the children sleep with a smile because they have learned a lot more about happiness.

That's because this city is kind.

Because this city knows grief better than anyone.

That's why I think. I wonder how much Haruka, who is more gentle than the borders of this tragic city, knows about the wounds of her sad heart...

Normally, going to war or a labyrinth would be worrying, even if you believe it.

That is an inevitable anxiety.

Naturally, I was worried.

That's what it is. It's a fear that can never be extinguished.

The only way to go beyond that... is to destroy common sense beyond absolute trust.

"" "... it's impossible, isn't it?" "" Yes! "

Yes, no matter how worried I think about it, I can only imagine the unhappiness of war and the labyrinth. No matter how desperate the situation, I can only imagine smiling and playing with despair! Yep, a tremendous sense of trust!!

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A gentle demon who hangs his futon on the children who sleep with a smile. I feel safe with these children, and a city full of little elephants, wavy flowers, and demonic [gentleness]... yes, you can't be afraid of the night in this city, can you?

"Come on, it's early tomorrow." "Yeah, but... I can't sleep." "" That's right! ""

Yes, but we can't sleep. That's not to worry about, it's an absolutely delightful future... I don't know if the amusement park is there yet!

"Ah... what kind of jet coaster is that?" "Yeah, the view of the Ferris wheel is so beautiful!" "Go to sleep!" "Yes (crying)" "

Oh, it's early tomorrow, but I can't sleep with pleasure tonight (crying)