Immortals caress my head, knotting my hair and receiving immortality.
Master, what you give me is never what I want, and you never give me what I want.
What I long for is never immortality, but to be with you. What I fear is never death, but loneliness.
But Master, you are so cruel. There are three thousand avenues, but the one you left to me is the loneliest one. It seems like I am the only one in the vast world.
This was written recently, the immortal caressed my head, tied my hair and received immortality. Even my dreams were full of these words, and I woke up crying. The most terrifying thing in this world is not death, but the fact that all the people you care about leave you.
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