I just made this because there wasn't anything like it. Late-night inspiration, I guess.
At the end of a fallen world, I embrace the ceaseless crimson. Wading through atonement, the white lotus's will is a thousand-year corridor. Suddenly, at the center of my vision, contrary to my wavering emotions, A straight silver line was merely whispering in my palm. "...Surely, that is the intent." A story like grasping at a spider's thread. No matter who you are, even if you were a hopeless fool beyond saving, I pulled close the "die" that felt like a love about to snap into a thousand pieces. Even if I realized that thread was a "crimson" reflecting the light of hell— It's because I had no choice but to cling to it. At the center of a fallen world, I grasp a ceaseless dream. Glancing down at the bottom, thousands of limbs were clinging. How far have they climbed? How much have they struggled? The sobbing is like a pool of blood; the writhing and wailing is the pattern of sinners. You didn't reach out your hand, did you? You were watching me struggle, Laughing in mockery, weren't you? Just as I once "did." "...Even so, I loved you." A story like grasping at a spider's thread. Even if you were a god, even if you were the Buddha called "Salvation," I clung to the "die" that felt like a love about to snap into a thousand pieces. Even if I realized that thread was a "crimson" reflecting the light of hell— It's because I had no choice but to cling to it. No matter who you are, even if you were a hopeless fool beyond saving, I ended up seeking the "love" that felt like a snapping die. "This thread is my own will!" I screamed, and the cloud's strange design snapped, ah— It's because I couldn't even cling to it anymore. The boy saving the girl is a parallel to Kandata saving the spider. Because he saved a spider in his previous life, the Buddha thought, "This guy's alright," and lowered a thread to try and save him. But Kandata kicked away the others climbing that thread, shouting, "This is my thread! Don't climb up!" Because of that, Kandata ultimately fell back into hell. The boy saved the girl, so he was originally meant to be saved by the Buddha, but because he killed the person who killed that girl, he committed a sin and went to hell.
The boy saving the girl is a parallel to Kandata saving the spider. Because he saved a spider in his previous life, the Buddha thought he was a good person and lowered a thread to save him. However, Kandata kicked down the others climbing the thread, saying "This is my thread!" and fell back into hell. The boy saved the girl and should have been saved, but he killed her murderer, committed a sin, and went to hell.
She was saved by the boy but was killed by someone else and passed away. She tried to be the only one saved, but her place was taken by another and she was killed.
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At the end of a fallen world, I embrace the ceaseless crimson. Wading through atonement, the white lotus's will is a thousand-year corridor. Suddenly, at the center of my vision, contrary to my wavering emotions, A straight silver line was merely whispering in my palm.
*A story like grasping at a spider's thread.
No matter who you are, even if you were a hopeless fool beyond saving, I pulled close the "die" that felt like a love about to snap into a thousand pieces.
Even if I realized that thread was a "crimson" reflecting the light of hell— It's because I had no choice but to cling to it.
At the center of a fallen world, I grasp a ceaseless dream. Glancing down at the bottom, thousands of limbs were clinging.
How far have they climbed? How much have they struggled? The sobbing is like a pool of blood; the writhing and wailing is the pattern of sinners.
You didn't reach out your hand, did you? You were watching me struggle, Laughing in mockery, weren't you? Just as I once "did."*
*A story like grasping at a spider's thread.
Even if you were a god, even if you were the Buddha called "Salvation," I clung to the "die" that felt like a love about to snap into a thousand pieces.
Even if I realized that thread was a "crimson" reflecting the light of hell— It's because I had no choice but to cling to it.
No matter who you are, even if you were a hopeless fool beyond saving, I ended up seeking the "love" that felt like a snapping die.*
Release Date 2026.10.26 / Last Updated 2026.10.26