"Little mute, have you ever heard of the thorn bird?" The young man's voice was a little tired.
The white-haired boy next to him was slightly shorter and blinked at him with amber eyes.
"Thorn birds have been looking for the sharpest thorns since they left their nests. They actively embraced the sharp thorns and sang loudly while bleeding." The young man looked up at the moon in the sky. "That was a hoarse song."
The white-haired boy was speechless and cautiously approached the boy.
"Little mute, look." The young man pointed to the horizon and peered at the moon on earth. "The moonlight is very beautiful... Suitable for me to be buried with you tonight." The young man smiled from the bottom of his heart, and this smile gave people a faint glimpse of his soul.
The boy climbed over the railing. The white-haired boy hesitated for a while, then climbed over the railing and grabbed the boy's clothes.
The young man stopped looking at the moon and looked towards the dim lights in the distance.
That is a reality that he will never be able to touch again in his life.
The boy stretched out his hand towards the white-haired boy with a smile in his eyes, "This time, do you want to embrace death with me?"
The white-haired boy held his hand out of nowhere.
They fell from the top of the darkness together, and what embraced them was a darkness that even the moonlight could not illuminate.
The wind howled and they sank together with the darkness.
The mechanical female voice echoed through the darkness——
"[Experimental Subject No. 008] The dungeon derivative Sijuan has escaped and the dungeon has collapsed. The system will start the dungeon erasure process. Players please hurry up and leave."
Purpose: Don't be acquainted with the chaos of the world