Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1554: After Handshaking with Noel (Final)
"You don’t have the confidence to defeat him," Su Ming’an stated affirmatively.
"Of course not, I’m just fulfilling a long-held wish... My life is like a kite runner, always chasing a thread long since broken, until I grasp that thread tightly, binding me to the edge of the cliff..." Wu Yi said, "You have one more question, go ahead and ask."
"The last question," Su Ming’an raised a finger:
"The Princess Isa you wrote about is a replica of the past of the Number One God Demon Mother Goddess Isabel from Luowasha, isn’t it?"
"That’s correct," Wu Yi nodded. "She wasn’t from Luowasha initially; she was a princess from another low-level planet."
He handed a Memory Clip to Su Ming’an: "This is her story."
...
"My lover! My lover, where are you!"
"My heart, oh, withers for you, weeps for you!"
Once upon a time, there was a fairy tale-like story.
A low-level civilization still in the Middle Ages, had a beautiful and stately princess, melancholic in her Ancient Castle.
She possessed stunning, long black hair, pale skin, heavy eyelids, and lips as red as fire—as if she were a vividly painted beauty from a Western European oil painting.
The Princess was beautiful and wise, the next Queen, tasked with overwhelming duties at a young age, which gradually led to melancholy. No one could understand her; she often fantasized about a perfect lover who would comprehend her pressure and pain.
One night, unable to bear it any longer, the Princess decided to leap from the high tower of the castle.
Just as she fell, a person appeared in the air, catching her.
He had a handsome face and deep, affectionate eyes. He held her, spun in the air for a moment, and slowly landed.
"Hello, I am..." the man began.
"You are my lover!" The Princess interrupted him, eyes glistening: "You finally came to see me, my imaginary lover!"
This was a low-level civilization without magic—if he wasn’t her imagined lover, how else could he appear in the air? As for why she landed safely, there must have been a soft lawn below.
The man was surprised for a moment, then smiled:
"Yes."
"I am your lover, here to heal you, Your Highness."
The man was an Awakener.
He was merely tasked by the Lord of Dreams to record the information of this low-level planet—a simple job. Unexpectedly, there was a localization issue, and he appeared mid-air, seen by the Princess, the local.
He couldn’t let the locals discover his presence. Luckily, this Princess suffered from delusions. To make up for his mistake, he decided to act as the Princess’s imaginary lover, eventually disappearing as her illness was cured—perfectly reasonable.
In fact, a swift murder staged as her suicide would ensure no one discovered him. Yet faced with the joy in her eyes, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Just play along with her till the end and then disappear quietly—no need to kill to keep the secret... the man thought.
"But what if you’re my imagined villain, pretending to be a lover to get close to me?" Unexpectedly, the young Princess’s imagination was quite complete, with both good and bad figures.
To gain her trust, the man helplessly smiled: "Okay then, Your Highness, how shall I show my love?"
The Princess thought for a moment, her gaze met the beautiful garden, the rose blooming in vivid red. Her lively big eyes sparkled, and she said coyly:
"You pick me the freshest, most beautiful rose, and I’ll believe in your love!"
The garden stretched endlessly from the palace, with each rose bursting with vibrant color—how could the man find the freshest among them?
Faced with the girl’s intentional difficulty, the man gently smiled: "Alright, Your Highness."
He took a few steps, chose a sharp branch, and thrust his chest into it.
The Princess was frightened, her face turning pale, but the man slowly extracted the branch from his chest, revealing a rose drenched in blood, its appearance so vividly "fresh and dripping," the blood continuing to seep downward.
The man tremblingly picked up the rose, handed it to the Princess, his palm covering his chest:
"Your Highness, this rose proves my love."
While the Princess was in a daze, the man used his ability "Illusion Technique" on her—a power that silently makes one fall in love but must be used in moments of disorientation.
However, the Princess showed no sign of infatuation but instead hurriedly examined his wound, shouting: "Someone! Save this man!"
The man immediately covered the Princess’s mouth: "Shh... Your Highness, you forget? I am your imaginary lover; just a thought from you, and I can recover."
The Princess hesitated for a moment, looking firmly at the man.
In the next moment, the man’s wound miraculously healed.
This was merely the man’s Healing Magic, but it convinced the Princess utterly: "You truly are my imagined lover..."
"The blissful pages, those lily-like hands..."
They started a romance founded on lies.
Every deep night, the man would traverse the dewy garden, coming from another world. Beneath the moonlight, the Princess smiled while swallowing the raspberry tart he fed her: "Without you, I truly wouldn’t know what to do. So many people are waiting for me to make a mistake..."
The man replied: "I will be with you, no need to worry."
During an episode of mental illness, the Princess became melancholic, even hysterically smashing things. She feared others discovering her pain; only the man could hear her suffering.
The man never appeared in front of others, always pretending to be the Princess’s hallucination.
In the deep night, they swung together, read together, picked fresh roses together. When the first ray of sunlight pierced through the morning fog, the man would always disappear on time, returning to his world, leaving poetry for her to read the next day.
"We perform on this world’s stage, my lover leisurely watching the play,
He observes me performing various themes, dispelling my uneasy emotions with different forms..."
"At times, the fleeting interest delighted me, so I donned the mask of comedy,"
"At times, I turned joy into lamentations, so I played the tragedy again. Yet she watched my changes with unchanging eyes, neither joyed by my joy nor saddened by my sorrow..."
Lies, oh lies.
Who truly invested deep love, who was truly deceiving.
When the Princess became melancholic again, the man taught her a method: "Try giving everyone nicknames."
"Nicknames?"
"Like, give the Prime Minister a funny nickname ’Squid.’ Every time you see him, silently chant in your head, this is Squid, this is Squid... Does your mood lift slightly?"
"Hehe." The Princess couldn’t help but laugh.
They gave nicknames to everyone, making the world seen by Isa suddenly interesting.
"I wish you weren’t my fantasy," one day, Princess Isa said, resting her chin.
"Fantasy is beautiful precisely because it’s a fantasy," the man smiled: "Princess, if this is a beautiful dream, let it continue."
If she realized he wasn’t an imagined lover but a true person, he would have to kill her to cover the secret. The beautiful dream would be stained with blood instantly.
So let this lie continue.
The Princess was precious yet smart. As time passed, the man gradually understood her—the seemingly noble and aloof Princess would lie awake all night due to the country’s peril. Behind the seemingly sharp Princess was someone who could accidentally blow up the kitchen while making desserts. Stripping away the noble robes, she was actually just a girl who could cry and laugh.
He accompanied her, as the Princess became the Queen, as the Kingdom became the Empire, through more than a dozen springs, summers, autumns, and winters...
A decade or more wasn’t much for the man as an Awakener. Yet the Princess’s youth was fading, slowly growing old.
The man always emphasized that this was a treatment; they were a patient and a doctor, not lovers. Even as the Princess turned into a Queen, he retained the first meeting’s address, calling her "Princess Isa."
Having spent so long together, it’s false to say there were no emotions.
But is it love? The man felt it wasn’t. Is it pity? Perhaps not too.
He is an Awakener, a cosmic traveler, while she is just an ordinary person from a small planet, who falls ill at the mere blow of the wind. The essence of their lives is vastly different, making it impossible for them to be together.
The man thought for a long time about their relationship and finally found the right answer—right, this is the joy of a doctor when a long-suffering patient is about to be cured, yet there is also the reluctance of never meeting again.
They are just doctor and patient and can only be doctor and patient. Otherwise, what else could they be?
Until one day, the man calculated that the Princess’s depression was almost healed. She had emerged from the shadows of her past and become a cheerful, optimistic, and healthy person. The man knew that his time to leave had come. As her "imagined lover," disappearing as her mental illness gradually recovered would not arouse her suspicion.
He had spent too much time here and should return to his own world completely.
On a pitch-black night, the man proposed a farewell.
"I must leave now, your illness is cured," the man said. "You once told me that, as a Princess, you were under a lot of pressure, even depressed, but with our nightly ’psychological counseling,’ you gradually came out from the shadows of depression, and now you are very healthy. Congratulations, Isa."
The girl’s ink-colored long hair hung low, her eyes flickering with specks of light. She fixed her gaze on the man and said hoarsely:
"Those well-wishing letters, those gifts for me, those sweet nothings to cheer me up... were they all treatment? Were they all pretense? Please don’t leave me."
"You are cured, Isa," the man revealed a bewitching smile, "I should leave."
"No!"
In the next moment, he received the most shocking response in a century.
"I’m not cured because I’ve never been ill!" The Princess’s melancholic eyes fell into the depths of his eyes:
"I knew from the start you weren’t my imagined lover. When we first met, you asked me to imagine the wound on your chest healing. I actually tried not to imagine anything, yet the wound still healed. This indicates that this wasn’t the power of my imagination, but your own ability—you are a True Person, an outsider, my lover!"
She was always intelligent and started probing from the beginning.
She understood everything instantly.
"I always knew, from the start, I knew," Isa trembled and said:
"Although I yearn for love, I am still a Kingdom Princess. Caught by you that night, my first reaction wasn’t romance and love, but vigilance."
"I’ve never heard of anyone being able to float in mid-air; I knew that you possessed abilities beyond this world—you might be an invader; you could kill me at any time to keep your secret."
"So, I spoke before you did, ’At last you have come to see me, my imagined lover!’ I set that premise in advance so you would have a reason to spare me."
"I knew if I exposed that I knew you were a True Person, you might kill me."
"You were pretending to be an ’imagined lover,’ and I was pretending to be a ’Princess imagining a lover.’
"You were pretending to be a ’doctor,’ and I was pretending to be a ’patient.’
"You lied throughout, and so did I."
Princess Isa, for the safety of the Kingdom, chose to pretend that she didn’t know the man was a True Person, playing the part of an imaginary relationship patient.
The man’s thoughts were surprisingly similar. To avoid killing the Princess, he portrayed an imagined lover.
Thus, both sides engaged in a performance of mutual deception to stabilize each other.
Both were lying, and neither had truly committed.
But in the end, it seemed everyone had given their true feelings.
The man’s expression crumbled for an instant; his pupils shook violently as he hoarsely said, "Why did you decide to reveal it at the very end—couldn’t you keep pretending you didn’t know? Do you know that by seeing through the truth, you force me to kill you to keep the secret..."
"I don’t know," the Princess said. "I have been rational all my life, from meeting you at sixteen to now at thirty; to you, it might seem like a moment, but to me, it’s a long life. Although it started as a lie, I can no longer watch you leave. Whether impulsive or whatever, I confessed."
The Princess closed her eyes, readying her neck for a blow.
However, when she opened her eyes again, the man was gone, with only the night wind stirring a sea of red flowers.
The ones with the softest hearts were not just the Princess.
"Ding——"
The man had left behind a key, a farewell gift for her.
"I must leave now; for the safety of your civilization, I cannot return."
"This is the key to the Awakener’s dreamscape. With this, you can always call upon me. You don’t have magical powers, and you can’t hear my voice, but as long as you speak, I will hear you."
"If you no longer love me, feel free to give this key to someone else, and you will not have any connection with me."
After the man left, he never returned.
The Princess always spoke to the key. She knew that she would never hear his voice again, but it sufficed that he could hear hers.
Yet she waited through her black hair turning white, from her prime to old age, until the adopted side-branch child ascended the throne... she never saw the man again.
He was an Awakener of the Universe, while her lifespan was but a short moment; if he didn’t come, she would never wait him out.
Before her death, she constantly recited the poems they had once shared.
"We play out on the world’s stage, my love watching the play leisurely,"
"He enjoys my performances of various genres, using different forms to allay my uneasy feelings..."
"From time to time, a moment’s interest makes me happy, so I put on a comedy mask,"
"From time to time, I turn joy into lament, and I play the tragedy. But she watches my transformations with unchanging eyes, unaffected by my happiness, unmoved by my sorrow..."
Until one day, old and white-haired, holding the key, she peacefully passed away on her bed, while the Empire’s people mourned in white.
She lived to be ninety, with her political affairs thriving, the Empire harmonious and happy, people calling her "the best Queen Yisha."
The story of the Princess and the man should have ended in tragedy.
——Until in the next cosmic reincarnation, Princess Isa opened her eyes again.
She was surprised to find, perhaps due to the key’s effect, she retained some memories; she remembered that man.
Since she was now qualified to become an Awakener, she used the key... successfully opening the door to the dreamscape.
The proud girl walked among the Awakeners’ gazes, treading through the dreamscape where black waters surged. When she inquired about the man, the Awakeners said the man had violated the rule of not killing witnesses and was punished by the Lord of Dreams; he was no longer an Awakener. Now, the man was just an ordinary person from a low-level civilization.
The roles had reversed; this change made the Princess dizzy.
She thought she must go find him.
She endured long, indescribable years, climbing step by step from a lowly being, like a protagonist in a story brimming with determination. Luck, perseverance, and strength—none were dispensable. Finally, she gradually elevated herself to middle life, high life, Third Level God, and Second Level God.
She inquired about the man’s whereabouts and learned he was just a mere human from a low-level civilization—’Zhai XIng,’ whose civilization was undergoing the World Game. The man was now a player in the World Game.
Even though she was now a Deity, Isa still couldn’t invade the World Game to find the man. After much detouring, she learned that the man’s inevitable destination in the future was Luowasha, so she went to Luowasha and there... officially ascended to a First Level God.
——First Level God, Demon Mother Goddess, Isabel.
She wanted to wait for him.
To finally be able to wait.
During this, she met a person named "Bai Qiu," who provided her with much information about other Players, so she agreed to his cooperation, appointing him as "Demon Lord" and facilitating his actions.
Until she finally waited for the man.
Now an ordinary human being, that man.
——A handsome face, a pair of deep-set eyes.
The man had apparently been pursued; he tumbled down from the sky in embarrassment, and her tendrils were right below him.
With a rustling sound, she caught him, holding him mid-air for a moment before gently descending, just like their first meeting.
In Hell, clusters of Manzusha Flowers bloomed like scarlet roses, vibrant and dripping.
"Roses cannot bloom in Hell, so I let Manzusha Flowers abound here. Sorry," she apologized to him.
"Wha—what?" The man’s expression was blank.
She knew he no longer had his previous memories, so she smiled and changed the subject: "It’s nothing, human, what are you here for?"
"I am a psychologist." The man faced the twisted and terrifying Demon Mother Goddess, yet remained calm and composed, approaching her with a smile: "I heard you’ve been affected by negative energy for a long time, so you must have some psychological issues. I love treating patients everywhere—I’m here to heal you, Isa."
...Isa.
The name was truly nostalgic, even if the man’s words were casual.
The princess revealed a somewhat twisted smile—she could no longer present the beautiful smile of a human form:
"I’m so ugly now, do you still want to heal me?"
"Still?" The man was taken aback for a moment, then leaned down to the incredibly ugly tentacles with a smile and kissed them tenderly: "Of course I do, my Empress, you are extraordinarily beautiful in my eyes."
Isabel said proudly: "Human, I want you to pick the most beautiful rose for me, as the price for your descent from the sky and your disrespect towards me."
"Of course, Empress Isa," said the man.
"—I want you to loudly express your love for me, so I can gauge whether you truly love me."
"Of course, I will show my admiration for you, so you can heal faster."
"—I want you to always accompany me, make desserts for me, and never leave my side, along with my roses."
"Of course, I won’t leave you."
"—I want you to genuinely admire me, recite poetry with me at night, and acknowledge that I am your eternity."
"Of course, I will, Your Majesty."
"Doctor," Isa said.
"Hmm?" The man smiled.
"Don’t go." Isa felt her void-like form, as if tears were falling.
"Of course, I won’t leave until I heal you," the man promised tenderly, though the tenderness didn’t reach his eyes.
After all, he didn’t remember anything.
"Doctor, what’s your name? You... never told me your name. You always claimed to be ’Doctor.’" Isa’s voice was hoarse.
The man showed a comforting smile, even though to him, the Demon Mother Goddess was just a patient with an illness.
"Yi Song."
"My name is Yi Song."
...
A fellow [Wheel of Destiny] companion of Wu Yi was inspired by this story and wrote WARNING-005: "Princess Isa in the Garden."
As long as someone is willing to pick a rose for her, regardless of whether it is the most vibrant, Princess Isa will deem that person has passed her task. Because she knows that no one would be willing to dye a rose red with their heart and blood for her anymore.
WARNING-005 would no longer encounter a lover unwilling to harm her. Just to put on a show close to Wu Yi for Su Ming’an and the others, the role of "lover" in her sky decisively stabbed her once.
She was merely the reflection of the real Isabel.
Su Ming’an snapped back from the Memory Clip, feeling deep emotions, unexpectedly concluding that Yi Song’s situation ended in pure love...
Yi Song should have already left Luowasha, and Isabel would not go to the small world for Yi Song. One was a top-ranking player while the other was a First Level God of Luowasha. Deities don’t retain too much emotion; more often, it’s obsession. They were destined to go their separate ways.
Collecting his thoughts, Su Ming’an raised his head.
—Now, he would face the Lord of Dreams directly.
Wu Yi’s thin sword pointed straight, and the floating, slowly rotating dark red cloud mass suddenly collapsed inward!
"Come on." Wu Yi did not look back, his voice low like the night breeze sweeping across a tomb, "Lord of Dreams..."
His voice suddenly rose, carrying a near-mad decisiveness and provocation, "Face me! Answer me! Or... devour me!"
As soon as the words "devour me" fell—
It was as if an invisible, greedy mouth suddenly sucked. All the red light, all the fog, were instantly compressed into a point within the cloud mass.
At the location of the cloud mass, the space peeled away silently like fragile glass, revealing a scene... utterly incomprehensible behind it.
It was not a starry sky, nor a void, but countless swirling, rotating, boiling vortexes of colors. A massive will, indescribable and enough to crush the intellect, surged forth from the broken space.
Billions of cold, gigantic, non-human pupils layered over one another, not focusing but seemingly simultaneously "staring" fixedly at the small Wu Yi below and his companions—the pupils reflecting countless world lines and endings.
The banquet hall’s walls, floor, ceiling, even the light itself, began to warp and distort under this will’s wash, the air so thick it was like a solid, emitting a sound as fine as glass cracking.
Someone groaned, knees buckling almost to kneel; someone clutched their chest tightly, as if their heart would be crushed by the unseen pressure; someone with pupils dilated to the extreme, body trembling uncontrollably.
Wu Yi’s arm holding the thin sword was tight as steel, still standing in the center of the whirlwind, facing the indescribable figure behind the shattered space.
—The abyss of those eyes, the ruler of the dream itself. Seemed to smile very faintly.
The passage had already opened. They, faced the Lord of Dreams directly.
"First life, second life, third life, I have been pursuing your existence with the Wheel of Destiny." Wu Yi said coldly:
"You hide behind, gather the Awakeners, modify the rules, willfully interfere with others’ fates, arranging endings—do you think you’ll always be proud and complacent?"
"Now—I’m here, to declare war on you! Lord of Dreams, if you have the ability, let me enter your domain!"
"Oh? Declare war on me?" The words of the Lord of Dreams were like a concept, entering directly into their minds.
Su Ming’an felt that he was facing an existence stronger than Dieying, and it was a direct confrontation with no shield.
He couldn’t see the form of the Lord of Dreams, only countless scarlet mist and eyes.
Just like... he had seen countless eyes on the Sea Crossing Line, in Noel’s blank book.
"That’s right! I used three lifetimes to finally break your arrangement, revive my sister, and stand before you." Wu Yi grinned:
"I want to prove to you, don’t think you can arrange everyone’s fate!"
"Hmm." The Lord of Dreams said: "Alright, then come in."
The vortex expanded a bit, permitting Wu Yi to enter.
Wu Yi glanced at Su Ming’an and his sister one last time, knowing there would be no return from here; there was no way he could defeat the Lord of Dreams. He was just tired, just complete, just wanted to fulfill his last regret, just wanted some proof.
"Goodbye." Wu Yi said before taking a step into the journey, turning back to Su Ming’an.
His blue hair danced, dressed in a wine-red robe like a hero, with a knight-like thin sword in his grasp.
The Lord of Dreams opened the vortex only for Wu Yi, seemingly ignoring Su Ming’an.
"Goodbye." After saying this, Su Ming’an thought for a moment and added:
"Goodbye, Wu Yi, your story is really interesting."
At the first meeting, Wu Yi had said, please choose him among the six, his story would be interesting.
Wu Yi laughed: "If there could be a next time, would you choose me again?"
"I would still choose Xi Li." Su Ming’an said honestly, aware of his fear and concern for the white-haired one.
Wu Yi shrugged with a smile, saying nothing more, leaving only a graceful back as he walked into the dream.
His companions followed him inside.
The vortex closed.
Goodbye, Wu Yi.
Su Ming’an watched quietly.
Just when Su Ming’an thought everything Noel showed was over, suddenly, a panicked shout came from the vortex:
"This, these traces... you... you actually..."
"Ha, hahahaha! Endless! Endless! Layer upon layer! I’m tired, I’m really tired..."
"Sister, sister... ha, hahahaha! Sister!!!"
After the mad laughter, silence fell in the vortex.
No other sounds followed.
Until—the countless eyes in the scarlet-purple vortex reappeared, staring at Su Ming’an.
"...What did he see?" Su Ming’an said.
The key given to Su Ming’an by WARNING-005 was the key written in Wu Yi’s story, not the true key that Demon Mother Goddess Isabel held that could open the dream realm, so Su Ming’an could not enter the dream realm.
"I just let him discover that at the edge of his story... my handwriting was there." The Lord of Dreams said.
Su Ming’an was silent.
Therefore,
Wu Yi thought that after the first life, the second life, in this third life, he finally created an ancient castle world without the interference of the Lord of Dreams, however...
This was still the instance where the Lord of Dreams had Wu Yi resurrect his sister as the master of the ancient castle, an endless cycle.
Beyond the vines is the sky, beyond the sky is paper, beyond the paper is the universe, he... can never reach freedom.
But, even so, such an ending is still an ending, without regret from Wu Yi.
"Next time, I will solve you." Su Ming’an said calmly. He used the word solve, not defeat. Some concepts indeed cannot be killed, only solved like a problem.
This was just an illusion shown by Noel, his true self had become the World Tree of the small world, there was truly no chance to solve the Lord of Dreams this time. However, Noel Agnini—had shown him these things, showed him these possibilities. He vaguely understood how to walk the true path in that golden forest.
A hoarse laughter came from the vortex.
"You really are like a little animal baring its fangs and claws, you indeed have the ability to solve me as a problem." The Lord of Dreams said:
"But unfortunately, not this time, not this line."
The scene in front of him gradually began to blur; Su Ming’an knew this segment was about to end, and when he opened his eyes again... it should be his finale.
Here, he saw Hui Bai and others from the first World Game, saw his own past, saw the beginning and end of the Wheel of Destiny, saw many truths... He began to feel pain; he began to yearn, but he still had to bravely walk the path he had chosen.
Before leaving, he suddenly posed a final question to the Lord of Dreams, a question he had pondered for a long time—
...
"In the first World Game, Ying Su—that is myself, did not have a Death Rebound, correct?"
...
["I was just very puzzled." Su Ming’an said as he walked, without turning his head: "In the face of Kaidan, what are you afraid of?"]
["Hm?" Ying Su widened his eyes: "Shouldn’t I be afraid?"]
["Shouldn’t you take a risk, by all means, to find out important information? Why are you such a coward?" Su Ming’an said.]
["Nonsense, that’s very dangerous." Ying Su said.]
——Ying Su was unwilling to take risks, which was contrary to Su Ming’an’s mode of action.
...
[When Su Ming’an opened his eyes again, he was standing in the library, with Ying Su standing beside him. Blake and Su Jingtang were chatting.]
[...It had rewound.]
[It wasn’t his own Death Rebound, it should have been Ying Su’s Death Rebound. The sudden appearance of a white object killed them, causing the Death Rebound.]
[Su Ming’an frowned, but a voice came from the side:]
["Noel, Su Ming’an."]
[It was Hui Bai.]
[The blond youth stood in the dark, looking at them.]
"We are going to look at the room of the ancient castle master, do you want to come with us?" Hui Bai said.
——Before the rewind, Hui Bai followed Su Jingtang, and after the rewind, Hui Bai went towards Su Ming’an who was in an invisible state.
The only person whose behavior was inconsistent before and after the rewind was Hui Bai.
...
Su Ming’an saw a smile seem to appear on the person beneath the scarlet mist.
It seemed like a thunderous sound resonated in his chest, getting louder and louder...
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
...
"Yes."
"In the first World Game, the one with Death Rebound was Number One Player Hui Bai."
...
The crimson vortex grew smaller and smaller, and with a sound like crashing waves, everything before Su Ming’an vanished in an instant.
In his hand, Noel’s hand gradually softened, loosened, and drifted away.
In his view, he saw a—crystal clear resplendent giant tree, swaying in the wind, the ancient tree towering.
As if he himself stood at the end of the river, finally turning back, looking at his original self, his gaze silent and sorrowful, peaceful and quiet.
Spring trees twilight clouds, like a place to return.
On the north bank of the Wei River, trees in spring, clouds at sunset in the east of the river. When shall we drink together again, and discuss our intricate words?
...
Finally, Lu Likalpos synchronized to end this story, departing from the relics.
He closed the book, finding that Su Ming’an was nowhere to be seen, but that person seemed to exist everywhere in the book pages and history, at any time.
Yet before his eyes, nothing was seen.
A symbol, a legend, history.
——A statue of a deity.
——A giant tree.
——A Lighthouse.
——And yet, he was not seen.
...
And yet, he was not seen.
...
