Let's embrace, just as dawn breaks over the Thirteen Continents.
All right.
A pair of hands covered her eyes, and she could no longer see the Thirteen Provinces that had once been dreamlike in their splendor, now drenched in blood, with sun and moon both fallen. Vines spread up from underground, the result of the growth medium being shattered.
In a daze, she seemed to have had a long, peaceful dream. In the dim hallway of a dilapidated asylum, they shared a damp kiss and clung to each other in a desperate embrace. The shrill alarm kept blaring as a group of patients rushed toward them with tranquilizer guns and stun batons. There were always people who thought they could tear them apart with their prejudice. Fortunately, in this twisted, suffering world, why should I keep tolerating it over and over?
Theme: Gender is no reason to keep love apart
