Movement 13

[Fraudster, battle of wits, group portrait, infinite flow, science fiction] "Blooming on this shore, eternal life on the other shore." Her eyes were red and she was laughing like crazy. She firmly grasped the hand holding the handle of the knife and pressed the tip of the knife to her chest. "I finally caught you." That night, blood was woven into a hot wedding dress. That night, bright red flowers bloomed in the sky. —— Rule 0 of the Fraudster's Code: Deceive yourself before you deceive others. The sound of falling chess came from the void. "In order to win this game of chess, I deceived my opponents, my lover, my best friends, and my closest relatives," "Now, I must—" "Lie to yourself." This endgame that spans six eras has come to an end. —— "Do you know that harmony is science and what is madness?" He opened his arms and raised his black military cape high. Revealing the dense scars on the back of his hands. It is a record of experiment, a proof of pure reason. "You can't get conscience by abandoning reason, but you can get pure reason by abandoning conscience." He is both a rebellious madman and a retrograde music doctor. —— —— The world is made of different strings. They intertwine, vibrate, overlap. They give birth to life, create civilization, and bring disasters. Everyone is a string. They vibrate alternately and play thirteen movements that praise civilization. They intertwine with each other and weave a great filter towards the sea of ​​stars. They attenuate each other, composing the civilized rest of the melody of silence.