"It's been so long ago, yet it still remains vivid in my mind..." Standing on the shaking ground, Susanna muttered to herself.
The stars in the sky kept falling, and the darkness above seemed deeper than the tides. The sound of waves crashing against rocks, the increased humidity, the forest gasping under its unbearable load, and fantasies veering off course.
The thorny armor slowly receded, revealing a face identical to Irason's, yet unable to muster even her most commonly worn smile.
"What a pity, the paradise we built with such difficulty..."
The castle collapsed, magic weaved data turned into specks of light, and the embellished layers that Lyle constantly nagged about became charred mud in the realm of dreams, burning away. Even the mood for a stroll was gone, and as the dripping black mud seeped into the ground, Susanna's position became the only fixed anchor.
