Summoner of Miracles

It's a dream.

A dream that doesn't know if it's happiness or sadness.

No, no, no.

It should be said that these are two dreams.

A dream is very happy.

A dream is sad.

The first thing a teenager dreams about is happiness.

It's an endless savannah.

There's wind on the meadow.

Horses on the prairie.

There are sheep on the prairie.

Someone's on the prairie.

The girl was riding a horse and was running into the wind.

The surrounding sheep were driven out.

One person drank loudly at her.

But the young girl, like a naughty child, whipped the horse at all costs, allowing the horse under her to run faster and faster on the meadow.

At that time, the girl was undoubtedly happy.

Even if she laughs, even if her status is higher than that of anyone else and she can run on this seemingly endless meadow, it is enough for the young girl to abandon all her troubles and enjoy the pleasure.

Someone will be afraid of her in the future.

Someone will hate her in the future.

In the future, some will call her the Whip of God.

In the future, some will think she is the spokesperson for the gods.

And she is destined to ravage much of Europe, to keep her fame in history and to be known.

But that has nothing to do with girls today.

At this moment, the girl needs to run all she can on this endless meadow, and then she's satisfied.

The teenager watched the white hair of the teenager float with the wind with a white veil, dark skin sweating in the wind, even if the teenager did not carry any emotions in her ruby-like eyes, he could feel her satisfaction and her cheerfulness.

Unfortunately, dreams are dreams after all.

Even the happiest dreams will wake up one day after all.

So the dreams of sorrow began to come.

An endless grassland turned into an ancient earth.

The surrounding sheep became wild beasts, screaming in riots.

Those who have been drinking towards young girls have also become long ago present, dressed in the clothes popular with civilizations of the distant past, on this ancient land.

The surface was very different from today.

Whether it's the constituents of the atmosphere, the flora and fauna, or the continents inhabited by the people here, it's not what it is, it's what civilizations long ago left behind.

However, this civilization is doomed to destruction.

Because the fire has burned.

The surface is burning.

The world is burning.

What can be described as civilization has all been destroyed.

Animals with immense bodies go wild in places like this, roaring and howling until they die.

In the face of all this, the people of prehistoric civilization are in immense despair.

“It came too fast. ”

The prophet trembled.

“There is only one way to fight. ”

The ruler stood up.

“It's too late. ”

The scholars gave up.

This is the final record of ancient civilization.

Juveniles now see the end of a civilization.

And what led to all this was not someone else, but the closest thing to a teenager.

“ ———— ”

Is this the tremor of the earth?

“ ———— ”

Is that an atmospheric cry?

“ ———— ”

Is that the cry of the world?

“ ———— ”

Is that the roar of life?

No, no, no.

Neither.

That's footsteps.

Loud to unusual footsteps.

The teenager slowly raised his head and looked forward.

There, at the end of the world where the fires burned, everything in the world appeared to be the culprit of destruction.

Him -- slowly coming this way.

Him -- tread in the footsteps that shook the earth.

Him - has a huge body size enough to cover the field of view.

He carries the power to destroy the entire planet.

He's a giant.

A white giant.

“ ———— ”

This time it was a growl.

The roar of the end of the world, the end of civilization and the extinction of life.

It can shock the soul.

It can extinguish the spirit.

As long as you bathe positively under that roar, and hear that voice, no matter what it is, you will subconsciously renounce your soul, renounce your spirit, and eventually accept despair and annihilation and go to the end.

Now the teenager is bathed in the roar.

The soul, indeed, is shaken.

The spirit, indeed, is extinguishing.

But halfway between despair and annihilation, teenagers are forced to think so.

“Why does your voice sound so sad? ”

This is the only and final thought of a teenager.

Then the white giant came to the teenager.

Turning to him, he stretched out his hand, which covered the day, and made everything in front of him completely dark.

This is the last scene of a teenager's dream.

............

It's a dream.

A very sad dream, no doubt.

Girls, like teenagers, are dreaming.

However, unlike teenagers, teenage girls who can see the infinite grasslands and burning continents, what they dream about, what they see is just a white room.

There's nothing in this room.

In this room, there is no end to cruelty.

This is just a blank space.

There are only a lot of stinging pills here.

It's filled with cold equipment.

There is an eye-catching bed here.

The girl saw it.

In that bed, a small child lay on top.

He - breathing extremely weakly.

He - his body is incapacitated.

He - gradually lost the breath of life.

He -- all over the body, wired up and down.

He's dying.

Girls are well aware of this fact.

Naturally, the teenager himself was aware of the fact and openly accepted it.

No way, that's destiny.

“Early arrival is no different than late arrival, anyway. ”

Juveniles have given up.

“Even for another 10 years, there is no way to stay. ”

It's just an unrealistic delusion.

“Then why keep wasting time? ”

That's what teenagers think.

Neither despair nor pain, but a normal, normal acceptance of such a result.

Girls understand all of this.

However, it is understood that young girls are full of confusion.

After all, that's what the girl thinks.

“Why does your voice sound so sad? ”

This is not the voice of a man who accepts a cruel fate.

The adolescent girl was forced to approach the past voluntarily and reached out to the teenager who was lying in bed.

It is unfortunate that the teenage girl was not able to touch the teenager.

Because the next second, the teenager disappears.

The teenage girl looked at the scene, closing her eyes immediately.

A pair of hidden eyes, like rubies, drifted down like tears.

That's what the girl thinks.

“When will this dream wake up?”

This is the last thought of a girl's dream.