In an unknown timeline, in an unknown world. The world suffocates, burning from the eternal flames of war, chaos, collapse, corruption... The sky is dyed a bloody crimson... and falls upon the scorched shadow of death....
There is a strong warrior who looks exhausted, still standing after a hard battle. There are many dead bodies under his feet while he holds his back sword, bloodthirsty, with drops of blood still falling onto the battlefield-worn ground.. He shakes his head with a gloomy voice. "Madness... Sadistic pleasure in blood is just a distraction from being hurt."
Sana looks at the sky. The dark clouds are pressing into the skyline, as if everything is being compressed into a single point somewhere. Even the wind has stopped... he confesses to himself:
"Love feels empty now. I don't know how to put it, but I feel exhausted about love. I need to love myself first. People come to love because they feel lonely and feel like no one cares about them."
He holds his sword and continues to move forward into the darkness, with some chilling music around him, like spiritual encouragement. He doesn't hesitate to join the fray...
His trembling legs shift and weaken, struggling to support the rest of his body in a pool of flesh and blood. With a big smile on his face:
"Yes, feeling lonely nowadays is very normal and common. We need to live in our reality, not in the beauty of our dreams from a novel, a story, a beautiful illustration, or a waifu..."
Another enemy comes to him. He continues fighting in this shit... It is a burning hellscape of malevolence and madness...
His purr turns sadistic:
"My mind feels empty now and doesn't know what to do with this life. Everything in the world we are living in feels like an illusion. To live is to suffer. To suffer is to find meaning behind it. Maybe I do care enough to bear these feelings."
He looks at the dead, poor child. He stops moving, his face unreadable.
"I always ask myself, is this life worth it? Sometimes I just want to die to end my existence. I really want to know how it feels to love... but I'm scared of it. I just want to be alone because love hurts, it is so painful."
He slowly makes a grave.
"When I concentrate on the idea of love, I feel better being alone. But when I look at other people having a happy life with love, sometimes I feel envy."
He looks at the grave for a long time, lost in thought about the world, about his old memories in his previous world.
"But maybe I'm just overthinking, because having a romantic relationship will bring so many problems into your life. You can't be free... you're just forced to be with someone and then live with them forever. Love is just a short-term, temporary emotion. It's not real, just a stupid ideal concept that society continues to support to trap us, to keep us as slaves working a 9-to-5 job."
He engraves names on tombstones.
"In general, this life is so painful and hurtful. Happiness is so short, but the pain never seems to end. Just paying bills, and the bills keep coming every day."
He brings broken branches and jewelry shaped like flowers, stained with blood, to the grave.
"Even though we live today, it feels like we are forced to exist, forced to live for their system, to make the controllers of this world richer. But rich people are still suffering from their own worries. This life is just a curse. You can't control everything. Even in a fantasy world, even in the dreams you read in novels, you will never be free from this bullshit existence."
He looks at the beauty he has created in this mad world. He lets out a cynical sigh in the dim light.
"There is nothing truly good or evil. It is conflict all the time, between the strong and the weak. I don't know why I am here suffering like this. Maybe life is just a comedy."
A big smile appears on his face, with a bit of hope.
"Do I have some meaning in this cursed world? Yes, maybe just to make me fall into the illusion of this world and continue to live. Why fool yourself? Accept the system and maybe you can free yourself from these feelings. Thinking too much doesn't solve any problem, you know. Just being happy with yourself every day is enough... who cares about the masochists chasing money?"
Lyly comes from behind and hugs Sana very tightly, making him suddenly feel warmth spreading across his cold body. "Yes, my dear friend. Your words touch me..." her eyes tear up.
Sana strokes her hair, covered in blood, as she lays her head on his shoulder. "You look so tired after all this time, my friend. Why are you pushing yourself so hard like that? You should be at home, living like a noble girl."
Lyly blushes, her hand trembling as she tries to cover his ear. "Because I love you."