[Another story has ended, do you have any thoughts?]
After tidying up the spoils, as Shard was about to touch the statue and head to the Randall Valley, "she" whispered softly in Shard's ear.
So Shard looked at the shelf where souvenirs were stored, shook his head slightly, and stepped into the white mist:
"What thoughts could I have, the old story ends, and a new story always has to begin."
The Church of the Forgotten remained as desolate as it was when Shard first arrived in January.
Leaving the church, he could still feel the city's pain after the earthquake. Although Cherry Leaf Avenue's street view did not suffer much damage from the earthquake, the hurried pedestrians and the no longer snowy gloomy sky seemed to cast a layer of "pain" over this city.
The pervasive sorrow, depression, and unease in the city somewhat infected Shard, even though he believed he found the best ending, nothing is ever absolutely perfect, he could only find a relatively better outcome.
