The white atmosphere of the Stinger Hall rained down on the disillusioned cherry blossoms.
Countless petals are separated by a centimeter of sadness and death fragments, and in their slightly floating world, a person is reconstructing the melancholy and unwillingness of the sad world in a tragic form.
A narrow and long path illuminated by a beam of light.
Hollow out those empty flashbacks and nightmares.
In an instant, the frantic and delusional pupil appeared in the resting field of the statue of the disillusioned goddess.
A world in which a figure emerges is a magnificent era that he is about to begin.
His ornate silver costume shimmered with a seductive glare, and with his left hand behind his back, a small pistol hovered in the narrow area of his right hand.
The focus that originated in the mysterious and empty black solidified the scars of division.
It ended with the man's deep forehead.
It was the man who condensed the fantasy kingdom of pity and desolation.
It ended the painful and discredited lives of a generation of great men.
Stefani finally touched the last hug that Lord Phidias had left for him.
It was a moment of warmth that he had been looking forward to for a long time in the void.
But this is also a regret that can only be remembered.
Time does not change only the meaning of eternal aesthetic life.
It can also change the whispers and nonsense of dream travelers.
The only thing he won't change is his instantaneous restoration of his self-style.
"I always look forward to someone who will end my life."
"Whether it's an enemy or a best friend, I look forward to his presence."
"Let him go, not let him bear the original sin."
"It's about letting him save his soul."
"He is not a king-killer, nor is he the dark side of the kingdom."
"He is only the Lamb that replaces me for forgiveness."
The bloody red and dark blue shadows superimposed on his forehead recreated his final banishment.
After all, he didn't see the white mark that sank on the silver dress, but it was actually the tear stains of this gorgeous man.
The disillusioned goddess's low-hanging head touched the dark realm of the starry sky.
The moment her wings broke, there was a blue light flashing on the blinding tip.
Stefani finally found the moment of redemption that should have belonged to him.
It was only in this moment that his separated body and soul exchanged time and space.
"Elder Phidias, Herbert's vital signs have not completely disappeared, ask Dr. Darren Films and his human body reconstruction team to reconstruct Herbert's life."
For the first time, Caos Ofrosine saw a fluid as soft as crystal, flowing from the pupils of His Excellency Sischen Phildias.
In Phidias's arms are the scars and original sin of the man in the universe who is closest to the true truth.
Those things that can understand everything with natural emotions and echoes from afar may be disintegrating at this time.
"Kaos, whatever the mood he will have in the future, will appear before us again."
"That's all we can't predict."
"But, now, we have to respect his choice."
Phidias looked down at Stefanni's unsympathetic smile at the corners of his mouth, and there was an avalanche of pathos that overwhelmed the boundaries of sorrow.
"He even pardoned Liberty Antipat, who shot at him, and there is no doubt that he has given up everything."
"We can rebuild his life, but how can we rebuild his will?"
"He's been deliberate for a long time."
"He was determined to die in front of the eyes of the two of us."
Phidias turned his back on the infinite light of genesis permeated the glass dome of Stinger Hall.
His shoulders supported the disorganized folds of the pathetic world and the pale shattered radiation.
"Elder Phidias is like this..."
"With the passing of His Excellency Herbert Stefani..."
"Maybe we're going to usher in a new era."
Kaos Ofosius's mind reversed as the timeline tilted.
He sensed that above the overlapping point where the timeline was turning, there was the lonely presence of another man.
"Your Excellency, Mr. Ofphrossie, I hope that you will understand the confusion and thoughts of His Excellency Herbert Stefani, who tend to be shallow in the will."
"I can prove that the pathetic world implied by his explicit stream of consciousness is closer to the true meaning of the universe."
"Please trust me and Your Excellency Phidias."
"He's a great man."
"And his death today is the birthday of the rebirth of this cosmic kingdom exclusive to him."
"Do you believe in the existence of the faith of silence?"
"Today, I believed."
That man.
The long black hair has a tsunami-like image of rage.
The ever-restless splashing waves and rushes levitated in the thick beginnings of his countless curls of turmoil.
Elitis's divine forehead sputtered with thousands of beams of light.
In this kingdom it is near dawn.
He did evolve.
"Kaos, let him get closer."
"Bring Elitis closer to us."
Phidias's voice was muffled and stagnant, and his and Stefanius's last-minute presence constituted the pale ruins of the Old Kingdom.
Their bodies in gray-and-white shadows have a thick superimposed image of the end of an epic.
Elitis' grand will burst in an instant.
His back, in the infinite light and shadow closer to the two generations of prime ministers, magnifies the elegant and vast temperament of the Stinger Hall.
At this moment, there are two generations of kings who are nearly withering, and there is also the grand will of the new giants.
Kaos Ofrosine almost knelt down on one knee to them.
In another system of sadness in which the mind passes, the beautiful goddess of beauty is closer to the illusory time sequence of flowers blooming.