The Bizarre Path

There are no rules here, only the uncanny. There is no such thing as so-called

talent here, only the final obsessions of those who are about to die.

The benevolent embrace benevolence, the wicked commit evil. This is the last hope of countless people on the verge of death, and a paradise for countless deceivers!

Blood mingles with reality.

Cold doors exist in consciousness.

The sorrowful statues of gods weep tears of blood.

They are forever in...?...our hearts.

I rush through reality

and fade away in consciousness.

Everyone wants to live.

No one wants anyone else to have it easy.

Those who beg you for help when facing death

are always looking for a chance to stab you in the back.

It is watching...watching...every...everyone.

Benevolence and evil

have always existed.

Everyone will eventually vanish.

This place

is merely the last place

where the dying

can try

to survive.

We are the dying.

This is the only place where we can stay alive.

This is the real hell.

Only those of us who are about to die can come here.

Stabbing one another in the back,

suspecting one another,

hurting one another.

The only thing missing

is helping one another.

Here,

the final ending

will be

completely brought to a close

after

he arrives.

I thought this place had gone mad long ago.

I never expected

that I was the one who had gone mad.

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