Where Do You Go Every Day After Leaving Arknights?

Everything will end eventually, and every parting will come. So let there be parting, then more parting; let joy return, again and again. There will be less pain, less trust.

Fight or live, kill or be killed, oppress or be oppressed. The god's-eye view has failed completely. The whole map is dark, history is dark, the words are dark.

A slug of civilization, carrying a pack full of disease.

The universe still echoes. The unreal remains unreal.

Two fish play, while one watches alone. Endless geometric games, passing through endless stretches of time. What was, was not; all living things play at illusion.

Ah, all I can say is: long live the sixth anniversary of Arknights. Love it.