Proceed with the wind blowing through the tunnel. Hilarious and somewhere merciless cool breeze. It's a strange mood that's going to stiffen my heart somewhere. Even though it's not usually a wide tunnel, it looks gigantic to me. An empty can rolls around in the wind freshly making a crisp noise.

Makes me sad even though it doesn't make sense. Where does this emotion come from? The reason I'm here was a little tricky at first. Just go to the library. That's where it started.

"Mr. Maricana, I'll leave you."

"Oh, I'm sorry"

Mr. Mayria, you still had good intentions. My chest gets a little hot.