Reincarnation Monarch

1.

The world was beautiful.

Flowers blooming on one side, mountains rising toward the other, a clear blue sky.

Tears continued unabated.

But then the tears stopped.

Because the round of flowers in front of me was dying.

The flowers slowly but surely withered.

The color of the flowers faded, cloudy, and withered.

It gradually spread to the stem and broke slowly.

The leaves also withered.

I lay down with dirt.

The flowers were already full of what could no longer be called flowers.

It was small, it was atrophic, it was shaped like something black.

And then, over time, it was so small and so fine that it no longer held onto its original form.

There is a wind blowing in there.

What was once a flower went up, danced, and disappeared wherever it went.

Then there was a hole in the flower field that bloomed on one side.

But it wasn't on the ground.

It was a hole in the abyss that lasted forever.

Looking deeply into it, it's going deep everywhere.

Dark, persistent hole.

I noticed that the hole was getting bigger and bigger.

If you observe carefully, there is no doubt.

The hole was getting bigger and bigger.

Moreover, the speed is accelerating.

The hole swallowed the flower fields at an incredible speed.

Colorful and beautiful flowers descend into dark and deep holes.

Slowly, slowly falling.

Oh, everything's not going to be the same.

No matter how beautiful you bloom, you can't keep your shape forever.

Tears overflowed again naturally.

It overflowed unstoppably and fell into a hole.

Slowly, slowly falling into a hole.

Flowers, mountains, and even the sky fell.

And everything fell into the darkness.

2.

"...... nh......"

When Gaius awoke, there was a sky there.

Gaius woke up and looked around, but couldn't locate the trees.

"... in the woods?

Gaius whipped her body when she woke up and stood up in a slow motion.

"... my goodness.Why was I sleeping here?I don't remember at all..... "

Gaius looked around again and sighed loudly to see that it was still in the deep woods.

And I was murmuring.

"... and yet, it was a strange dream..."