CHAPTER XVII
Kyle and Dianne found themselves alone in the middle of a flower field so vast that its edge seemed impossible to exist. A beautiful flower garden with a sun that had just risen from the horizon exactly in front of them, whichever direction that was. Kyle and Dianne held hands and began to walk forward, only to discover another strangeness: they were not tired at all. Kyle looked at Dianne again, and then they both realized their clothes had changed into simple white garments, and Dianne's hair had also changed back to black, just as it was when she was still human.
"Come here!"
The voice of a man, sounding soft and friendly, emerged from where the sun rose. Kyle and Dianne saw a gateway decorated with flower arrangements standing there. Someone appeared to be standing while waving his hand toward them.
Without a second thought, Kyle and Dianne ran toward the man. The closer they got, the clearer his form became: a blue jacket with a white t-shirt underneath, and black trousers. The man's face looked mature and wise, and felt soothing. His glowing white eyes illuminated his face, which blocked the direction of the coming sunlight. Getting closer, Kyle and Dianne could increasingly smell the scent of musk, which was truly fragrant.
No one knew what they would go through in this place; what was clear was that Kyle and Dianne would continue their lives here, perhaps forever and evermore.
The man introduced himself as Herdabrinus, and then invited them to pass through the gateway. The bright light revealed the forms of many people before them. Alisa laughed seeing Kyle and Dianne from a distance; now her form was clearly that of an ordinary human and no longer half-robot. Alisa's eyes were bright blue and looked beautiful as they reflected the sunlight. Not only Alisa, but Ali was also seen looking at the flowers with his arms crossed. Fasilis, Mariabelle, Rahman, the other warriors, and all the soldiers who fought against the Destructor—everyone was there. Kyle and Dianne looked at each other and smiled.
From this day on, there was no more tomorrow; time was no longer real; sadness was merely a myth, as were all negative emotions. The true victory was the time when everyone could get what they wanted without ever needing to take what belonged to others. This beautiful place was their final resting place—those who were kind-hearted and possessed a sense of humanity. People who had no concern and could not pity others were not worthy of arriving at this place, and let them scream in the deepest abyss without light. Not because of a desire for revenge, but because that was the way the rules were, and He above did not want to change it, for surely good people would forgive all the mistakes of others and make that abyss empty without inhabitants.
This beautiful and peaceful world was created as a tribute to those who struggled, to those who had hearts and showed their worthiness as created beings who refused to wear the clothes of the creator: arrogance. A vast universe, a world without sadness for those who would not give up for the sake of love, letting tears dry, and living in the path of light, the red path, the path of good people, the path of people who held no grudges. Humanity's time might have ended, but their souls were saved to receive the final gift they would enjoy for all time. The world might end, but love never fades. Kyle and Dianne had found the most beautiful place for them; their sacrifice, their endurance, and their love for each other had been blessed by the One who created. Kyle and Dianne were truly matched from before there was anything—that is, when "He" wrote the entire plot before the author wrote this story.
Then for anyone who reads, for those who feel the chaos in the world they inhabit, read this final part.
Why must the earth we tread and the sky that embraces us be split apart? This world is indeed a cruel place, yet in the crevices of its wounds, it still holds an indescribable beauty. Here, there are those who throw stones and those whose bodies become the target. Between theua two, there stretches an invisible yet solid boundary fence too sturdy to be surpassed.
Justice is but a wolf hiding its fangs; once we switch sides, it will immediately pounce. So ask the wind: who is actually howling in despair inside that cage? Is it those who are locked up, or is it us who feel free yet are imprisoned by hatred?
Hearts have been dedicated to a twilight that can never return. We continue to step through the thick of night, but the promised heaven seems to vanish, swallowed by darkness.
Then, the Requiem resounds...
O nameless flowers that fall scattered tonight, I pray that you find peace. Sleep soundly under the shade of dawn.
Dawn and twilight actually embrace the same color of loneliness, painting the shadows of birds that have long since gone over the parched land. Between those who slaughter and those who are slaughtered, there is always a high wall that is impossible to tear down with words alone. If we force ourselves to search for absolute truth, perhaps this world will fall apart. Is the sky you gaze at from behind iron bars truly a freedom?
Flowers are now placed upon promises that were never realized. The further we step on this path, that heaven instead feels further away.
Requiem, Requiem...
O fragile flower, that withered before its time, rest within the protection of the dawn.
For if for the sake of searching for freedom we must seize what belongs to others, then those who lose will rise to seize it back. The bow is drawn, the arrow is released. This world is actually very simple, but the complexity of the human heart makes it a suffocating labyrinth. The same tragedy repeats itself, spinning without end like a curse.
Requiem, O innocent flowers that withered in the dark night...
If someday these prayers are granted, let this tangled chain of cause and effect be broken forever.
In the end, everything concludes for the world inhabited by Kyle and Dianne, but it does not mean that suffering has ended. Far in other universes, many realms still live within the rules of the creator who rules over everything. Space and time are but toys; sadness and happiness are no more than a script written long before everything existed, which means there is not a single gap to face that fate, because even the changes made—turning the plot, controlling the passage of time—are also written in a destiny that cannot be criticized, let alone intervened.
See you in the next work.