White Desert

Standing in the white desert. The young man on the tombstone is smiling. The ground was empty except for the white that had just filled in the depth of the footprints. The wind in the underworld carries a silent black fire, burning with a cold and silent temperature. Broken snowflakes curled and spiraled upward. The wind blew through the snow. Wisdom is awake, consciousness is asleep. They all live like that. He finally understood why Echizen loved him. After meeting them, I realized that they were superfluous. Before we met, there were hundreds of questions stuck in my throat. Watching the lonely figure gradually disappear. Kikumaru opened his eyes wide. Walking through the wind and snow, drifting away.

Then I suddenly thought of a person, a dusk like that, a kiss that ended without even beginning... Some shackles are set by oneself, and some pains are destined... Sometimes people are the cruelest to themselves, letting their heartache climb up the window sill of memory until they turn into ashes... But still reluctant to part with it...

I really like articles like this. It brought me into this reality... Feeling the emotion of such interaction```