——"Hey, speaking of this matter - tsk tsk, my bastard, what the hell did you do?" ——"My mother, I don't want to either... But the key is that I'm afraid of heights. Isn't this the sole of my foot that slipped and I lost my footing..." [Sighing with bitterness and hatred] She held the hand in her left hand. Machine, he said feebly, and depressedly covered his forehead with his right hand, peeking through his fingers at a group of plants not far away hidden behind unusually tall green plants, looking into his head with a curious look on his face. ——"I'm really afraid of heights." "So what?" "What the hell! How on earth can I safely return to the normal world and the earth?" She yelled at the phone unbearably, and immediately started up. A bird-like creature behind her in the lush, quiet and vast primeval forest suddenly rose into the sky, leaving only a long and long song across the deep blue sky above the forest. ···Having persistence, but being timid enough to doubt oneself and feel anxious and panicked. Have dreams, but are sensitive to humble extravagance and denial of hope. Even so, it's a desperate situation. Bravery behind cowardice, tenacity behind vulnerability. Do your best. ——Is the death struggle just despair and fear? Hidden until the end, it is a prayer - a turning point, the waiting for the Phoenix to reach Nirvana.