Ewen sighed, those magnificent eyes reflecting all the splendor of the world like a kaleidoscope, yet in the face of such absolute beauty, Ewen felt an overwhelming sense of regret.
"Alluring and multifaceted... yet sadly empty, void."
He continued tapping the keys, one fresh character after another imprinted onto the pristine white paper.
"You're right, whether it's you, Asmodeus, or Belphegor, my reasons for rejecting you all are simple.
Not real enough."
Just moments ago, Ewen was deeply emotional, seemingly willing to give everything for his Muse, but within a few minutes, his fervent emotions vanished, leaving only a chilling, metal-like coldness, frighteningly clear-headed.
"Is reality... truly that important?"
Muse didn't understand, nor did Asmodeus; the reality is harsh and despairing, yet Ewen persisted in believing and standing firmly in such reality.
"Why wouldn't it be important?"
