——————————————A Touch of Prosperity Conception Empire Green Bones
What is an empire? No place is called an empire. It is a pile of gold and flesh and blood. If so, there would be no empire in the world.
But I believe that through crazy experiments, I want to prove that the empire is by my side, by Paris' side, with its immediate prosperity, crazy imagination, and war in troubled times. All the blood, brains, my crazy understanding, restraints, codes made of steel. Countless people groaned in pain and screamed that this world is a miserable hell.
It's not my madness that ignites the will-o'-the-wisp on the road. As long as it burns, it's enough to devour. This empire was established by Nietzsche and implemented as a utopia. Now, she is resurrected here. Everything I see is a citizen of hell. We put on masks to play in the world, and trade with witches in exchange for the wine of immortality. We blew the wool flute, and everyone who heard it turned into a human being. The cello plays the Babylonian funeral song, who is hiding from me?