The young man who had been sleeping for three years looked at his extremely weak body and was helpless. In desperation, he could only use magic to maintain it so that he would not get so sick, but he seemed to have underestimated this fragile body...
'Fragments, fragments, go home, go home, I haven't been home for a long time, I almost forgot what home is like, and... Him? ' The young man held his cheeks with his hands and stared blankly at the red sunset.
Intention: longing