"Romanticism... Romanticism..."
Bologue stood in the elevator, the floors descending continuously. He was muttering to himself as if pondering some unresolved enigma.
The conversation with Canary didn't last long; Bologue just wanted to confirm her situation with Bai Ou. However, during the subsequent chat, Canary presented Bologue with a riddle.
A riddle that even Bologue couldn't figure out.
Is it to embrace the pleasures of the present, diminishing all complexity and narrativity, forgetting oneself, and losing oneself in pure ecstasy, or like Belphegor, tirelessly collecting all the poems to usher in a grand finale?
Bologue couldn't discern which was better; both had undeniable reasons to uphold their ideals. But one thing was certain: whether it was the Zongge Orchestra or the Unfettered Poetry Society, Bologue believed that all their thoughts stemmed from a fear of the end.
No matter what they did, they couldn't change this singular ending.
