This is the first time I write a new game that is not a joke. I will expand on the joke a little:
#sai# When she was one hundred years old, Silla was gray-haired and almost speechless. He leaned on the lounge chair on the balcony, feeling that the sunlight was really warm, and just wanted to fall asleep, but Celty was still beside him. Silla was so old that she couldn't see everything in front of her, including the words Celty typed. The days without communication passed for a long time, but he was content just holding his hand. "-Celty."-Huh? "-I want to hear your voice."