Holiday Afternoon

"Another prisoner has broken free from their cage."

David Victor, clad in a robe, leaned against the window, gazing at the coastal scenery of Sendai Port.

He pinched the pen and drew a line across his tender, pink tongue—

—Flavia Sisi Marcus's name was struck off from this moment on.

"I've heard enough of your story. Your life from now on is yours to manage!"

The Level 2 preparedness team had completed their mission admirably. Including Jason Megan, the Lingyun Squad was to return to Zula City for investigation by the Politburo and submit their battle reports.

Meteor was to continue towards the Southeast War Zone. He had fallen behind the assault team and needed to catch up to his elder brother's pace.

Captain Gugu and First Mate Ethan, along with the crew of the Nostalgia, became honored guests at East Horse Port. They turned this story into a song, singing it for twenty-four nights across the ends of the earth. When the Nostalgia, once again afloat in the dry dock, was relaunched with the tide—at the tail end of summer, the Frogman and his companions embarked on a new voyage.

And of course! There were the two hardworking little donkeys carrying cargo!

Mr. FE204863 had worked so hard carrying my camera for so long. He had been worried like an old father, quietly watching it all unfold, his heart aching with helplessness.

Such were the statutes of the Hound of Tindalos. If we were to arbitrarily interfere with the observation results concerning the Cauchy Horizon, it might very well cause a new imaginary space to emerge in Dirac's Sea—in simple terms, this story is like an unalterable, inviolable, cast-iron text for you and me.

Of course, I understand, I am aware. Talking about these strange terms is as bizarre