You thought for a long time about whether to activate the Dawn system, and finally called together your eight companions for a meeting.

"Guys, should we turn it on?"

You sit at the head seat at the long table, holding a blood-red heart in your hand.

The Dawn System is a Pandora's box. If it is opened, it means that humans will completely give up the [three-dimensional] and hide in the [two-dimensional] collectively. Zhuang Zhou dreamed of being a butterfly, and the butterfly dreamed of Zhuang Zhou. Humans are equivalent to sinking into an unreal dream. They have changed from lingering humans to butterflies stepping into a new spring.

The butterflies are dancing gracefully, and no one can see the world outside the cage. All they can see are the flowers decorating the cage.

This is a beautiful yet cruel dream you created with your own hands.

Your companions discussed it and decided to give you the choice.

You cannot make a decision and can only temporarily seal the Dawn System.

In the shadow, you cut open your left arm, an act that brings you peace.

…

143rd day of the war.

You make many decisions on your own, hiding them from your companions, and are always alone. Just like they don't know, to activate the Dawn System, you need your life.

"Asa, when the war is over, we are going to see many, many beautiful sights."

Hearing this voice, you hurriedly closed the "Dawn System Plan" in front of you to avoid being seen by the other party.

A gentle young man with blue hair walked up to you, staring at you with his deep blue eyes. This young man is Qi.

However, Qi didn't know that in your plan, if the Dawn System was activated, you would definitely die, and there was no "future" that Qi had carefully planned.

"Okay." You said, "There will be a lot of beautiful scenery."

“When the time comes, I want to hear you play the piano.” Kei sat next to you and handed you a chocolate popsicle.

You realize that it is already summer. You have even forgotten the changing of seasons.

Qi always likes to give you some sweet things, such as chocolate, lemon candy, and ice cream. He says this will make you feel better.

He is a very gentle person, loves to laugh, loves to talk, and always makes you feel relaxed. In the alliance, he is an excellent diplomat.

“I can’t play the piano anymore,” you responded.

Your heart...seems to have turned into a wasteland.

Art, music, emotions...

"It doesn't matter."

He said:

"I can play the harp for you if you like. When the war is over, I hope you can listen carefully to the sound of the spring wind. The sound of nature is more beautiful than any musical instrument."

His voice is like melted moonlight, making people feel as sweet as honey.

“Okay.” You made a false promise to him.

After he left, you looked at his back.

The bloody sunlight falls on the interface you reopened, and a line of "Dawn System Sacrifice Plan" glows with bloody golden thorns.

“…”

You remain silent, your fingers press on the keyboard, and continue to perfect the text structure of the [two-dimensional] world.

If you hadn't taken out the Dawn System, you might really do this - after the war is over, you and your companions will make an appointment to travel together in spring and spend the rest of your life together in peace.

You actually thought about it.

I really hoped so.

You pull open your sleeves, and on your arms are hundreds of cut marks.

…

[My biggest regret is that my feelings about this world are not enough. I haven’t experienced more stories, felt more people’s feelings, or seen more scenery.]

【I am nineteen years old.】

[I gradually lose my memory of the first person who died in front of me.]

On the 176th day of the war, you started taking medicine.

This is the "mental stabilizing potion" developed by Tretia. It can help you maintain your best mental state and prevent people from seeing your tiredness.

God does not allow fatigue, you know this well.

You often hold the hands of the dying, close the eyes of the dead, whisper the names on the tombstones, and take away their last wishes and hatred.

During the long war, your world seemed to be left with only one concept: "death" - 'those who are about to die', 'those who have not died yet', 'those who have just died', 'those who have died a long time ago'...

Everyone is walking on the road to "death", and you are standing aside, empty-handed, unable to stop anyone.

——I’m used to seeing death, but I still feel so sad. No matter how many times I witness this kind of thing, I can’t remain unmoved.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

One day, while collecting the remains of the deceased, you looked at Xi tiredly. You noticed that there was something wrong with the way she looked at you.

Xi's black pupils widened slightly, and she answered you:

"You only have the will to die in your eyes, Actor."

You blinked, opened your mouth, unable to utter a word, your throat suddenly choked.

After witnessing so many deaths, the only thing left in you is death.

The surviving lives fade away bit by bit like fireflies. Some people even lose their lives before they really have them.

Every life is like a heavy weight. You regard them as the sins you have committed, carrying them on your back, walking forward with both hands, deep and shallow.

You smiled at her, comforted her with a few words, and turned away.

No one sees the desolation on your face.

You gritted your teeth, buried your head between your knees where no one could see, and your body seemed about to be broken by your tears.

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