The world will always turn into nothingness. If this is the case, why do we still chase the light?
By accident, I came to this dark world. Was I locked up? Have you entered another space? I have no way of knowing, but the only thing I can feel is the boundless darkness and the ground beneath my feet. There was no one or anything, and I almost lost all sensory conditions. However, I didn't care about anything. I was just like a walking corpse, whether alive or dead.
Until I met the one who came towards me with a ball of flame floating in his hand and a determined and sad look in his eyes.
Him.
My family educates people: Don't trust anyone, including family members, without reason, because without trust there is no betrayal; don't try to struggle in vain, because you have lost the opportunity; don't try to seize the last chance of life, because you have been defeated, this is just an ignoble existence. But no one knows about the last one. It is locked in the deepest dungeon. It is so dilapidated that it is almost impossible to read the words. The maze is often invisible to those who peek, and those who see it cannot get out.
But I had to trust him and try to fight and hold on to any chance of life. Because I might lose him.
"Is losing me serious?" He frowned.
I thought for a while: "It's okay."
"Fortunately what?"
"It's just more painful than death."
"Forget it then."
"Why?"
"I promised to get you out."
"What does that matter?"
"It's a waste of time if you're in pain." Tsk, it's really straightforward.
"Really?"
"It's fake, because it makes me feel bad."