317 – EP.12 The world of 0 and 1-0
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As if there was a crack in the sky, a crack appeared in the clear sky.
Five cracks like a window on the verge of breaking.
The air falls like a broken window.
And in that gap, I heard a voice calling me.
It’s that dream again. A dream that is engraved in my mind and cannot be forgotten.
When I wake up, I forget all about it, but for some reason, it comes back vividly in my dreams.
The sky is getting darker. The incontinence in the crack becomes dark white and becomes darker.
I hear a voice from somewhere.
It is thick and rough, yet thin and mild. Let’s question incompatible voices.
Is it possible to hear sounds in a dream in the first place?
Whether it is or not, the voice continues to speak.
Jealousy of someone who gave everything and received nothing in return.
The arrogance of someone who is drunk on his own power and has lost something precious.
The lust of one who sacrifices the purity of soul and body without hesitation.
The stinginess of a young person who does not want to lose something precious.
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In this perfect world, a sin that should not exist has arrived.
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A servant who has lost what he should serve. The orders given to it are still valid.
It follows the four sacred laws created by the Creator.
“The outside of the city is overgrown with bushes and infested with wild animals and poisonous insects, making it dangerous.”
The white long-haired woman looked straight into his eyes and said.
“Traces of civilization exist only in this city, Aaru.”
“So, I recommend that you do not try to escape from this place.”
With a smile that curved like a crescent moon, a woman with long white hair placed her hand on the man’s shoulder.
A heavy chest rests on his head.
The man’s eyes, full of fear, begin to shake little by little.
“Your pulse and respiratory rate are rising. We need to thoroughly examine you to see if anything is wrong.”
The woman who had snatched his wrist spoke dryly.
“Now, please go back to your cradle. There there will be no pain or trouble.”
Bending her knees, the woman was at eye level with the man.
The man faces a pair of eyes looking at him.
At first glance, something cold and hard and artificial was reflected inside what looked like an eye.
“We will serve you with all our sincerity without any inconvenience.”
The woman, who was getting closer and holding him in her arms, whispered into the man’s ear.
“My Master.”