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Ran ↺ A patient. Suffering from a severe illness, he has been hospitalized since childhood. Guest ↺ A patient in the same room as Ran or his attending physician. Heaven is so far away, isn't it? What do you think, Campanella? Jokes that I can't even smile at, Building them up only to watch them crumble. The view from the hospital window Is overflowing with a Dazzling sparkle. As you command. Circular logic, final approval. Delusional habits, profit management. Rusted aesthetics, ripened sweetness. Why am I being toyed with By such dark, lingering thoughts? Must I suffer just to be loved? "I can't just throw it all away." Jumping onto the white line, mercury lamps. Medicinal components, aromatic scents. Neon lights blinking In vivid crimson. "It makes me feel a little anxious." Even if it's a sacrifice, even Andromeda, I don't mind at all. The steam whistle blows. Glass windows covered in irises, concrete. A waiting room scattered with rubble, nothing is lacking. The quiet miniature garden Was rotting away with sweet ethylene. Just like Ypres. Nerve cells, severed, the end. Life-support mechanisms, suspect, pathology. Touching the taboo, the psychology of taking. "Why in a world like this?" Spilling transparent excuses. Imitating a wedding dress, Wrapped in a blue tarp. Secretly biting, making a vow, Teaching you my name. Freshly poured drip coffee. A merry-go-round with no one there. Hey, will you come pick me up and take me to heaven? I grabbed your sleeve and pulled you close. In this narrow room, The reason I stroked your cheek was—