The rich leaves are connected into one piece, giving the impression of a forest, but are darkened by the afterglow of the setting sun. The overlapping of light and shadow makes the world more distorted, and everything in front of you is immersed in filters. Even if the floating colors are washed away, the essential core that has been tainted cannot be changed. A cry full of deception and irony, but who knows that this is just the ominous beginning of everything, and in the end it becomes a prophecy. I looked sideways at him, and he was still full of energy and energy, cursing like a child who had been tricked into taking candy. His cover-up is perfect, who knows who is the real him? Or is it his multifaceted nature that is his essence? I had no choice but to settle for the status quo. As for the possibility of him turning dark in the next second, I couldn't stop him. Yes, I'm kidding myself. However, I smell the game starting.