In the illusion of the King of Illusions, a flower that was excessively perfect appeared.
Every petal was exactly the same, yet precisely because of this perfection, it appeared lifeless, devoid of any life energy.
"True strength comes from the harmony of flaws, from the unity of contradictions."
The clock of the King of Absurdity stopped:
"The pain of little Eve is the inevitable result of pursuing this grotesque perfection."
"History always repeats itself in this way."
The King of Absurdity finally spoke, recalling the countless times Eve had been tormented by demon devouring and unable to sleep:
"Each generation thinks that they can do better, that they can avoid the mistakes of their predecessors. But in the end, they all find themselves repeating the same tragedy."
The conversation gradually turned to a more personal level.
"Speaking of family..."
The illusion of the King of Illusions began to blur:
