--Mr. Sunday...
That form of address seemed to make Sunday shudder. He understood then that a pitifully thick barrier now stood between himself and Robin.
He wanted to say something, but no words came.
He seemed to understand why the dream Qianyi had prepared for him was filled with nothing but beautiful scenes that softened his heart and loosened his resolve.
Because it had never been a trial at all. It was Robin's final attempt to keep him.
If even such tender bonds could not make him turn back, then this attempt to keep him would become their final farewell.
Yes. The moment he stubbornly chose to build Taiyi's Dream, willing to bear all suffering for the sake of all beings, like Sisyphus pushing a boulder to the mountaintop again and again, falling into eternal martyrdom, he had already chosen to leave.
Even if he wove a thousand sweet dreams for Robin within that dream, letting the "brother" in those dreams remain by her side forever and live happily with her, that phantom was not Robin's true brother, Sunday. It was merely a false substitute.
How could a soul as pure as Robin's accept such an illusory gift?
Yet she did not wish to personally stand in the way of her brother's ideals. That left her with only one choice.
--To leave this world forever, never to see him again.
Sunday's thoughts began raging like ocean waves. He clenched his fists, his nails digging deeply into his palms with such force that streaks of crimson seeped out, like his heart silently shattering at that very moment.
But in the end, he loosened his hands.
He had once envisioned Robin's future, letting her become a singer who soared through the Sea of Stars, scattering heavenly melodies into every corner of the