"The connection has been severed."
In a room in the Black Fortress, Sir Awen wore a grave expression.
He knew Lynn still hadn't heeded his advice. His consciousness was no longer in Black String Moon's spirit world. He had truly crossed the wall in the deepest reaches of her subconscious, entering the sea of loss at its very lowest depths.
But even if he could give her past self a complete life...
What meaning would that have?
It was nothing more than an illusion within a dream. Once he woke, it would all remain an illusion.
But he knew that although Lynn suffered from a severe case of compulsive clowning, he could also be extraordinarily stubborn about certain things. Once he set his mind on something, he would do it regardless of the danger, whatever it took.
He always wanted to give everyone a future.
He fell silent.
At last, he abruptly raised his head. His body dissolved bit by bit into nothingness, then shot into the space between Black String Moon's brows like a streak of light.
"Awen, what are you..."
"I'm going to find him."
Within Black String Moon's spirit world, he slowly opened his eyes. His gaze blazed as he headed toward the deepest reaches of the mind sea at an unimaginable speed.
"Time in the sea of loss doesn't flow in sync with reality. If he really has gone into its deepest reaches, these few seconds might already have been years for him. Whether or not Miss Doll can ultimately come back to life, before he loses himself completely..."
"I have to make him stop."
Perhaps all of this was an illusion.
Lynn raised his head. The vast sunlight shone hazily over him, over this enormous dream.
The road bustled with people. Tall carriages and