- Eyes on the darkness, ears on silence, thoughts on death.
- Light is dark, words are silent, life is only in death, if there is one.
"The Proverbs of GraceFeel, God of Lightning"
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of death, the memories of that time were vague and cloudy.
... I spent most of my days in a dim room.
It's screwed up.
I screwed something up somewhere.
As a result of the mess, I could barely get out of the house.
My family treated me in a lukewarm manner.
I didn't scold you.
I didn't even mourn.
I just laughed vaguely, like I was in trouble.
I was comforted by the moonlight and encountered it as usual.
That could have been kindness.
But that poisoned me.
In the meantime, the anxiety that it shouldn't be like this burned my chest to the point where I wanted to get irritated.
There's a cosy room halfway through.
Fear of the planted outside.
My family won't say anything.
I hesitated to take just one step.
Maybe I could start over.
The Next Day I Screwed Up.
Or the day after that.
In a week. A month later. A year later. Ten years later.
Step out, something might have changed.
But I didn't step out.
I couldn't step out.
I didn't have the courage to take just one step.
It makes me take just one step, 'something' was missing.
Or I made myself an excuse that 'something' was missing.
While I couldn't step out, I just piled up all the reasons to give up.
…… because it is too late.
... because I can't get it back anymore.
... because I don't know what to do anymore.
... because I'm just laughing because I've already done something.
Everything is a hundred million robberies, even though the sense of impatience is exhorting.
I want to step out, but I'm afraid to step out.
I want to do something, but I don't know what to do.
It's hard to live, but there's no passion to die for.
Like starchy water, I mouthed a given food, squandered cheap entertainment, and lived inert.
Fearing failure, he distracted himself from the last ruin, and half gave himself up to stupidity while becoming aware.
The memory of death is vague.
I'm sure it was because the raw one was indefensibly obscure and cloudy.
Dim room.
Reversed life day and night.
Monitor light.
The sound of tapping the keyboard.
fragmented and chaotic. That follows.
And a slightly clearer memory.
There is a sound of the motor turning. In front of you, a trolley with a white coffin advances.
The crematorium door slowly closes along with the inorganic mechanical sound.
Keep it up, it's closed.
It was a slightly vivid memory of the death of her parents.
Before my boned parents.
I would have wept.
It's all in the cage.
The only thing I can tell from my memory is that everything was already too late to start with it.
Again, obscure days returned and only when did they interrupt.
of death, the memories of that time were vague and cloudy.
I'm sure it was because the raw one was indefensibly obscure and cloudy.
- Finally, I felt like I saw a light fire.
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"Ugh..."
I woke up from vague and cloudy memories.
I see dim ceilings......
And then a dokuro appeared in front of me. [M]
A dokuro with a blue fire in his vain orbit reaches out to me as he rattles his calf and jaw bones.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!?
I screamed.