The crimson light, refracted through the glass windows, displayed a dazzling array of colors, illuminating the dancing couple.

War and death were kept at bay; everything outside of them was no longer important.

In this world, only two people who love each other remain, writing their marriage vows with their lives and true hearts.

The two gaze at each other tirelessly, as if their dance could continue until the end of the world.

However, after an unknown amount of time, the song eventually came to an end, and the dance also came to a close.

Mary, immersed in joy, slowly opened her eyes.

The man in front of her, Todd, slowly released Mary's hand, took a step back, gave a slight bow, and smiled at her.

Mary reached out, wanting to touch the other's face, but at the very moment before they touched, the figure vanished like a thin mist, leaving no trace.

As she lowered her arms, Mary still wore a smile, but tears streamed down her face like broken pearls, soaking the front of her wedding dress.

Outside the window, on the distant horizon of Muxi City, a dark line is slowly approaching.

Mary raised her head, turned around, and looked around the room, her eyes seeming to want to engrave everything here deep into her soul.

She stopped and took a deep breath.

Then, Mary went to the workbench, took out a flint from the drawer, lit a sheet of white paper, and tossed it into the pile of books on the floor.

As the flames on the ground slowly grew larger, Mary, dressed in a wedding gown and holding the notebook, walked to the window, facing the city she knew so well. She gently rested her head on the doll in a tuxedo and softly closed her eyes.

Flames spread throughout the room.

Ultimately, this sacred and pure power protected the last vestige of whiteness in the world, traveling towards the distant horizon, ever farther and farther away.