The world has been silent for hundreds of years.
I stood on the edge of the cliff and yelled.
There was no wind, no clouds, only my own voice, hitting the rock wall and shattering into powder.
The moment I turned to leave—I heard an echo.
It's not my voice, but it's more like me than I am.
[The mountains ring and the valleys respond, and the sound is endless.
The main line is probably:
Moneta is a god in charge of memory. She has been thinking about a question:
"When memory becomes the carrier of pain, why do humans still cling to memory?"
Maybe when Moneta figures it out, she can successfully pass the test of the gods.
The cp is: the kind-hearted and cold cat vs. The enthusiastic and handsome repair dog (broken mirror version)
Reading Guide: Double Cleanliness, No Gold Finger
Concept: Love is the only echo that can travel through time and space and never fade away.