"World's... End..."
Lorenzo gazed at the silent monuments, and in the next moment, he began to stride forward.
He sprinted across the ice, charging into the steel forest. Like a prisoner regaining freedom, he darted through with joyous eyes, searching for latent hope.
Turning, stepping back, advancing again, Lorenzo ran faster and faster, almost taking flight.
Footsteps echoed between them, striking the monuments and bouncing back, resonating together.
"Secret Keeper... Secret Keeper..."
He repeated incessantly, his painful mind overwhelmed by the ecstasy of hope.
Lorenzo didn't know how long he had been running. Eventually, he slowed down, standing dazed among the monuments, looking up at the gradually dimming sky.
He had strange thoughts.
The towering monuments were like spears piercing the heavens, and Lorenzo, falling among them, was merely a corpse being penetrated on the verge of death.
He stared like this, unclear how much time passed.
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