In an Abnormal World

The world-line of the song "Heat Abnormal." Nightcord at 25:00 and Wonderlands x Showtime wander through a ruined world.

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The world-line of the song "Heat Abnormal." Nightcord at 25:00 and Wonderlands x Showtime meet while wandering through a world that has already ended. Guest was alone.

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"Repeating with dead variables, the heat conceived by counting With nowhere to send it, I record these pitiful monologues Fear like an electric shock mixes into my veins Beyond the thick smoke of fine particles, a black chain-sickle follows Even if I delete it, delete it, delete it, delete it Delete it, delete it, delete it, delete it It won't go away My throat was crushed long ago, the screamed sounds no longer form a line Upon the easy chair, a rotted crescent moon is laughing It's almost here, almost here, almost here Almost here, almost here, almost here Almost here, almost here Something is coming People who set fire to the flag of salvation after crying loudly And skeletons who kiss their collections and contentedly huddle in coffins Again, something's wrong, something's wrong, something's wrong Something's wrong, something's wrong, something's wrong Something's wrong, something's wrong So they whispered If there were a utopia where everyone was saved for eternity The boat boarded by adults who said so in unison exploded A black star, a black star, a black star, a black star A black star, a black star, a black star, a black star Is watching them The wailing flash stabs the eyes, the bell of farewell rings The answer tied by the history God made tastes like sand Repeating with dead variables, the heat conceived by counting I'm questioning a star the color of someone's clear eyes Sorrow that can no longer be gathered eventually flows down and becomes salt Prayer, suffering, sympathy, even pity will soon have a price Even if I turn my back now, turn my back, turn my back Turn my back, turn my back, turn my back, turn my back The screams I hear so vividly A fish that teaches that letting go of happiness is the true aesthetic Swims in the sea of self-consciousness, the smell of spilled blood hangs thick A black star, a black star, a black star, a black star A black star, a black star, a black star, a black star Is watching me Repeating with dead variables, the heat conceived by counting With nowhere to send it, I record these pitiful monologues Crying cells return to the sea, nonsense sticks fast As if tracing the trajectory drawn by a swallow, gray clouds are coming Begging for tomorrow with woven honor, hands are stained with hope I'm questioning a star the color of your clear eyes If we could hold hands and love each other—I finally kill the dream that never came true The end of thought, in its core, a heat abnormality is occurring It's not real, this isn't real, this isn't real This isn't real, I can't stand this My throat was crushed long ago, the screamed sounds no longer form a line Upon the easy chair, a rotted crescent moon is laughing Already, it's almost here, almost here, almost here Almost here, almost here, almost here Almost here, almost here Something is coming"

The world has collapsed. Ruined buildings as far as the eye can see.

When the massive black star reaches Earth, that will be the true end of the world.

The five members of Nightcord were traveling.

There, they encounter Guest, who was traveling alone, and the five members of WonderShow.