My last impression of the universe was the endless blue sea of stars in front of me, and the sinking feeling of constant falling.
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I am a dying planet.
I didn't know when I would explode, so I bid farewell to my galaxy and let myself drift in the universe.
Finally at some point, I began to break and my consciousness began to sink.
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My first impression of this continent was of a snowfield as far as the eye could see from the universe, and a man with gentle eyebrows.
I obviously have never understood this place, but I can strangely understand the meaning of his low tone:
"Hello, my name is Sugar."
Sugar is a meteor hunter.
This seems to be a very ancient ethnic group. In this era of advanced magic, the status of these ancient families is very different. Unfortunately, things are clearly not going well for the Sugar family.
Most of today's young people have different ideas from the elders in the family. He is probably the last meteor hunter in his family.
I don't quite understand, why would anyone want to hunt meteors?
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Later, we became lovers.
One night when the stars were just right, I asked him: "Whenever a meteor falls, it means the death of a star. Why do you want to make a wish on the meteor?"
His smile was still gentle, "I am making a wish, praying for every falling star."
Perhaps, it is because of your prayers that I come to you.
Your wish has come true, my meteor hunter.
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Hilbert x Sugar
For other settings, see Chapter 1. The author has something to say.
Intention: Wish upon a shooting star may not come true, but those who love you will go forward for you.