Under the cold moonlight, neon lights are everywhere. They are obviously fragile fireworks, but they are bright and easy to drink.
Allen Walker, running freely, like a snow-white dove, enveloped in the salute of the celebration, trying his best to stretch out the clear sky he longed for.
A fairy tale world set against clowns, circus rituals, and strings of balloons. This is a carnival. There is no sorrow, no separation, no death, and no sacrifice. This is a world of reincarnation, where time stands still and we can laugh as much as we want without worrying about the day it ends.
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