"In the winter of the tenth year of the new calendar, heavy snow covers the wasteland."
"My Creator lies beneath the cold snow with a silver bullet on his chest, and will never wake up from his slumber."
"Dry trees are entangled with irregular lines, and the migrating solitary whale follows the pull of the magnetic field and returns to the place where it started. It is covered with ice floes and broken snow, and the only island is deserted."
"——The end and destination I thought was actually nothing."
[Excerpted from the Voyage Log of the Returner Navigation System, Final Chapter]
"This is a reverse voyage that is doomed to fail, but everything exists for a reason."
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Inspired by the song album "Eight Millimeters of Short Stories and Roses" by L. N Party
Intention: Every soul that deviates from the channel is sailing against the tide of the times.
