Solstice Executive Officer, the start of the game is bound to the injustice system

Festival is a very foreign word for Sandonne.

Ever since she became a puppet, holidays seemed to have nothing to do with her anymore.

In the long, long time ago, did she also look forward to festivals?

But that memory has long since become extremely blurry, and even now it is completely impossible to recall, leaving only broken images and a silent world.

She is still not sure whether she can really touch the so-called feelings now.

Now, can she really feel these emotions... feel the so-called [love]?

After all, puppets have no [heart].

Does she, who has no heart, really have the right to desire that tenderness?

A puppet is a body pulled by silk threads.

Executioners are weapons that carry out orders.

Sandonne, a rootless man without a soul.

How dare she ask for more warmth like this? Can cold gears really give birth to a soul?

Sandone knew very well that the most exquisite machines in the mechanical workshop were never the tools, weapons or even... dumplings.

The most exquisite machine is actually her.

In the mechanical workshop, confused machines are looking for the door leading to the heart.

There is no end to the path of searching, consciousness dissipates like a bubble and constantly recombines, she steps forward over her own corpse, a body without a heart, whatever you want.

Where the heart is, there is the body.

But in the end, there are only lonely memories and the broken wreckage that can no longer be picked up.

Does the soul have color?

What color will it be?Red...or blue?Can anyone tell her the answer...

She likes to hide quietly in the workshop. In the empty workshop, there is no one's heartbeat.

She has never told anyone else about these things. The puppets only need to stand quietly in the center of the stage, waiting for the moment when the curtain opens to be dragged by the threads to dance.

As long as there are threads...is there really a need for a soul?

But can she really be called a human being like this?

Sandonie likes to stay by Su Ming's side just because he can feel the warmth of his heart.

Is it the beating of the heart, the throbbing in the depths of the soul, is it... love?

Is that love?what is love?Is just liking enough to be called love?

Does she qualify?is she worth itWhy is she?

There seemed to be an angry voice in the back of her mind constantly questioning her and telling her: People without a heart are not worthy of touching the hot love.

Just like a bubble, wouldn't it be good if it burst silently?

Shouldn't the puppet be like this, leaving the stage quietly?

Before the curtain was raised, after the lights were dimmed, it was silently broken, sank into the endless darkness, and continued to fall deeper and deeper.

There was no light, no sound, just dead darkness.

She is a puppet, a wandering person with no past, and a loser who cannot see the future clearly.

Yes……

"I promise you, I won't abandon you."

"I don't care about your past, let alone the so-called future, as long as you can embrace the present"

"The past is created by the present, and the future is opened up by my own hands. Why, can't you trust me?"

"I will be your heart."

who is it?

So warm, so hot, yet so out of reach.

So familiar, yet so strange, I want to recall it but I can't.

She thought of the light that penetrated the puppet theater that day. If only one day, someone could bring light to her.

Just this is enough, let her feel some warmth.

"Sandone?"

"what?"

Sandone was stunned when she saw Su Ming holding a bottle of ice water swinging back and forth in front of her face, and she quickly caught the bottle.

Su Ming looked at her inexplicably, "What's wrong with you today, you're always in a daze, maybe it's dementia."

"You're not that old yet, listen to my advice, just wear more white silk."

Su Ming laughed and joked, admiring the scenery of the Wind Flower Festival.

"Let's not do this," Sandonie curled her lips. She didn't know why she was always in a daze recently, as if she was thinking of something from the past.

It's really strange, I forgot it a long time ago, why do I still remember it occasionally?She is not a nostalgic person, and it is indeed confusing when this happens.

"It's so lively," Ling Lan looked very happy, looking around for novelty gadgets, should I say that the Knights of the Wind and Flower Festival really attach great importance to it, the venue layout is particularly conspicuous, all kinds of flowers that I know and don't know They are all used to decorate the streets, making the whole Mond City seem like a sea of ​​flowers.

"This beautiful young lady like a flower, do you want me to dedicate a poem to you?" Wendy walked out holding the harp and showed a smile at the right time, "Of course the reward is only a small bottle of dandelion wine. Okay~"

Suzuran blinked and responded with a smile, "This bard, your chest recovers very quickly."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Wendy's mouth twitched slightly, this is really a pot that is not open to the public. How many people have seen the famous scene of having one's heart ripped out before pinching the horse?

Doesn't he want to lose face like Barbatos!

It turned out that he didn't have face at all, so it's fine, as long as there is dandelion wine, just pretend it never happened.

Hey, life is not easy, Fengshen is a performer, for a bottle of wine, face is not so important~

He's not that guy Morrax, the guy who can make Mora himself shouldn't be short of money no matter what he thinks, he should go back and borrow some.

"Then listen?"

Lily of the Valley took out a lot of Mora from her pocket, picked out a quantity that was just enough to buy a bottle of dandelion wine, and put it on the wooden table next to Wendy.

Su Ming didn't have any objection either. Rather, he wanted to hear Wendy's piano skills a long time ago. After all, this is a ballad played by Fengshen himself, and the price can be said to be very low.

Who knows if there will be a chance in the future, at least once to listen to free poetry before leaving Mond.

Sandonie pursed her lips, and there were many complicated emotions in her eyes, but even a puppet couldn't help but yearn for it when he heard the word freedom.

But even if she is free, there is no place she can go back to.

She... has no home for a long time.

The only meaning of survival seems to be to serve the Queen in the name of a puppet. What else can you do besides that?

Unlike Columbia, she never had a goal to pursue, but just wandered blindly, never really taking the first step forward.

Sandonie knew very well that she was a coward, a coward who dared not change the status quo, an evader who was afraid that everything would fall apart.

She naively wants to maintain everything now, so that she is happy enough, like a dream that she doesn't want to wake up.

But the dream will eventually wake up one day.