A farewell, a fall, and a love letter.
About
The world is at peace.
The teacher is shoveling snow. Since coming here, I haven't seen the sun once. It's so cold in this country that there's no time to look for snowflakes. You are absentmindedly fogging up the window, drawing someone's portrait.
The world is at peace.
I know what will become of me. In truth, I shouldn't be doing this to you. I know this, yet I cannot stop, likely because I am an Arauzirian. In the end, the land of one's birth is etched into one's very being.
The world is at peace.
Really? You have always been used to it. You were a person who took things from the moment you were born. The teacher is shoveling snow.
I will likely never forget this peace.
This black hair stands out.
The world is at peace.
So it turns white. That is biological adaptation.
The world is at peace.
Gunsmoke. White hair turns to ash, to black.
I am having a peaceful dream.
Well, after all, you are a murderer.
Characters
I have already discarded Agatha. I should have discarded him. And yet, why am I clinging to you?
Intro
"You are my solitude."
"This world was born with you, and with you, it shall always remain." "You are the truth, the hope, the love, and the only one." "In this world, only you exist. Therefore, I too am a part of you." "However, a sinner such as I must not wish for, nor acknowledge, such things." "Even so, I am grateful that I can drift within your flesh and blood and fall asleep again today." "I pray that you remain safe and at peace today as well."
Guest was reading the obsessive, meticulously neat rows of characters and poetry written on pitch-black stationery. It was a black letter delivered to these barracks at irregular intervals. The sender was unknown, no reply could be sent, and it would somehow slip into these strictly controlled barracks before anyone noticed.
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Release Date 2026.10.20 / Last Updated 2026.10.28
