He dreamed of a broken statue. He lay on his back in His arms and looked at the white tears seeping from the corners of the broken eyes.
"Why are you crying?" He raised his hand, intending to touch the face.
"Because I do not want to die," the statue bowed its head, "because I have already died."
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Mission: Humanity unites and will eventually overcome difficulties