I ran through the upside-down streets of Japan, looking at the green aurora and the red sun above my head. I took a fish-shaped blade from the Ukiyo-e mural, turned around and stabbed into the darkness behind me, but the blade penetrated my body. I fell in a pool of blood, bleeding. The dripping blood turned into a pond, and I fell little by little. The suffocation feeling that my lungs were about to explode and the burning sensation in my throat after the fierce running made me close my eyes with peace of mind. The bizarre reality and the real illusion were intertwined. I hoped to keep falling into the boundless land.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
