The wild foliage of the woods covered the sky, and the stars opened their blood-red eyes, but I was able to escape his sight because of the leaves.
This is the seventh day I have spent here, and they have cut down the camphor trees that cover the sky in spite of my obstruction, and I see the clouds mocking my futility, shouting, laughing, raging.
The black stars stared at me, and I had no way to escape.
But I am willing to die with the camphor trees.
Friends are right, the most amazing place of nature is the fineness of a flower and a world.
I sat down on a chair in the flowerbed and wrote these words, where little black thing passed by.
I saw earthworms struggling on the cobblestone road in search of soil, dried in the sun the moment before they burrowed into the dirt, and black ants flocking up to feed it.
The black figure saw me, and I had to put on my black robe and blend into the dark shadows in the narrow space.
What a beautiful view, I recall.
I would even like to die there.
I am already a powerful star, and I will show my people the way forward.
My friend betrayed the race, and for the sake of justice, I banished him with my own hands and let him die under the weeds of his heart.
As long as I save a sum of money, I can afford to buy that half square meter of grid.
Where else could I go?
The prostrations caused by the lack of strength again and again blurred my vision, and they began to approach me, so I gave up resistance.
After leaving my hometown, I have been looking forward to the day when I can find a suitable home.
I drifted around the world and finally fell off a low but steep cliff and came here.
Today, we are gathered in one place, sharing a world without stars. We exchange notes with each other and talk about something beyond normal reason.
As you can see.
