Love Code at the End of the World

“Ding, ding, ding...”

In the blur, is the beautiful music that surrounds my ears and wakes me up.

I opened my eyes and saw that beautiful city, Claudette.

The air is unusually pleasant and refreshing.

That loud music is like taking you to a beautiful Sky City, where the flowers are flowering, the colored butterflies are flickering, like dreams, the sun is warm and lazy and warm on you. The rainbow stretches over the prosperity, but it is within reach, and the rainbow elves dance on the beautiful rainbow.

This used to be the City of Music.

I stood under a magical skyscraper, and she stood like a goddess in the sky.

At high altitude, the skyscraper is thought to be wooded, but underneath it, it turns out that they're actually not close to the ground, and it's another view from the bottom up.

The near-transparent orbit above beautifully surrounds the sky, and the cars fly through it, but it doesn't look as complicated and congested as the human brain in our world. They're very far apart, well curved and orderly, and there's a shuttle in there, like a cell in a blood vessel, neatly arranged.

I looked around, and it was a big square, and there were beautiful music fountains on both sides, and those currents of water were out of gravity, suspended in the air, wrapped around in sound, separated, jumped, and soft as a woman's long hair dancing in the air.

The miraculous sight blinds me.

Next to the music fountain, many people are practicing instruments, wearing simple, yet floating white clothes, either with a golden perimeter or a silver perimeter, with a kind of sanctity and elegance of music.

A woman in a light gold dress is guiding a girl to play the violin, a beautiful, crystal violin, a girl in a white dress, like a princess in the sky.

The woman was elegant and beautiful, and she was not impatient when she taught the little girl to whisper softly. She has a beautiful long silver hair like a cloak of moonlight. Long hair on both sides is braided into long braids with simple white pearls. The other braid goes around the forehead, dropping two finely shattered crystals on either side.

There are no gorgeous stones or too many pendants, just pearls and crystals that make her look like a goddess.

She smiled at the girl, nodded, turned her face, and looked straight at me.

Yes, she looked straight at me. The moment she looked at me, everyone around her stopped, stood there, looked at me, just like the first time I dreamed of Clo's ruins, and everyone stopped and just looked at me.

But this time, I didn't feel weird and scared, I became calm, I looked at her calmly, somehow, I felt like the female ghost I met in Crowe's ruins.

She slowly came towards me, and everyone's eyes followed this noble lady, who had a sense of dignity and solemnity.

She came to me and held up my hand: "Follow me.” She said her voice was beautiful, too, like a singer.

I followed her, and she took me into the elevators of that tallest building, and the sightseeing elevators shook up, very fast, without any discomfort.

The tall building in front of me disappeared from my face until it was above the fog. The white cloud fog is bullied in the sun, and the top of a tall building is like floating in this white fog, if hidden, like a fairy realm.

“Beautiful?” She asked with a smile.

And I nodded, and I looked so desperately, hoping that one day my world would have a skyscraper like this, and I would wake up every day in the sunrise of the clouds, and it was such a wonderful and romantic life.

“Unfortunately, now it's like this...” She opens her mouth sadly and looks into the cloud fog, and the fog slowly dissipates, as if slowly pulling open the white curtain, full of gloomy Clos ruins appeared in front of her...

I looked at her, and her sad eyes were so similar to the grieving look of that ghost.

“What do you want from me?” I look at her sadly, "I will help you as long as I can. ”

“It's not me, it's us.” She looked sadly at me, behind her, in the fog outside the sightseeing elevator, one, one person began to emerge, like in the ruins of Clos, and they floated beside her.

“They are my people, I don't want to see them suffer any more...” The tears of sorrow slipped down her face, like a broken pearl, her face began to shatter, the blue light lit a little over her face, her eyes, her lips, her neck, her skin.

Her skin began to melt, as if it had melted from the inside out, like a blue flame burning inside them, burning their skin little by little, five officials, their bodies, and finally consuming them completely.

The woman completely turned into a ghost state, floating in front of us, looking sadly at me: "What we want, you can certainly give, but you will suffer immensely...”

“What is it? ”

She watched me quietly for a moment and spewed out two words: "Liberation...”

“Free?” I looked at her puzzled.

She nodded slowly: “Emancipation… child, you are a kind person, I… we…” She became elusive, silent and sadly lowered her face, "I'm sorry… we're selfish…” She slowly turned around and flew out of the sightseeing elevator.

“Don't go!” I screamed, but the elevator suddenly fell, and I woke up: “Ah! ”

The heart bursts “suddenly” in the thoracic cavity and has yet to leave the palpitations falling at high altitude.

“Lobien! Are you all right?” There was a cry from Lexius.

I slowed down, looked around, and I was frightened. I only saw the influence of Lexius around me, because he was so tall that he only had half a body, too real a picture to make him half more horrible.

“I, I'm fine, just having a nightmare.” He was looking at me worried, but I looked at him in a bit of a panic.

He laughed safely, "That's good.” He said it seemed like he didn't know what to say for a moment and looked down, embarrassed to look at me.

“Lexius, do you believe in souls?” I asked him.

He raised his face, his eyes in grey blue had changed, and only when he was discussing science would he feel comfortable, like a starfish in the great river of the universe, not wandering anymore, not knowing how to talk to you.

“As a scientist, we need to be rigorous, but we also need to learn to believe.” Lexius seriously said, "I've been trying to figure out whether a person has a soul or not, and if so, whether it's a substance or a mass of energy that can be transferred, whether it really exists back to this hypothesis…” Once Lexius said it, it couldn't stop.