The pressure pressed against every inch of aching skin, and the dark hair floated like algae under the influence of buoyancy, just like the soft and delicate life of a human being.
No redemption, no hope.
Because there is no one else here but yourself.
I can't feel the passage of time, and I don't know what day it is.
What is even more frightening is the heart that has long been in despair and cannot see the slightest light.
This despair almost crushed him, causing him to collapse, gnawing away at his modest desire to survive like ants gnawing at his heart.
The cry that wants to vent, after all, just sleeps at the bottom of the water, blending into the surrounding deathly silence, and gradually losing itself.
His mind was lost in the underwater fairy forest. …
... It is a prison destined to never escape.
"You are the one who really doesn't understand loneliness. Kyouya."
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