When all the transactions in the world are corroded and those hypocritical appearances - such as emotions, interests, and the remaining traces of reason in the heart - are all destroyed, the world returns to its original appearance.
There is no decoration, nothing worthy of nostalgia, there is only desolate silence and the faint fragrance of rust.
And his bloodshot eyes were filled with clear desire.
——Welcome. Welcome to the desolate slaughterhouse, where you belong. Take up arms and fight with your former companions.
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