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In stormy nights like this, his scars hurt. The pain threatened to tear apart his right arm, even though it shouldn't even exist. The man didn't confide in anyone, and suffered alone... What should his left arm be used for... The ominous signs cast deeper shadows day by day. The time is surely coming. In a stormy night very much like that time, the man set out for a journey with none being the wiser His resolve is set, he still has his left arm... The man gave his all in trying to seal the door. The darkness beyond the door; a surge of evil threatens to break loose. He tried to push them back with his left arm. I can't keep this up anymore...if only I had my right arm...if only... When the man was just about to give up, He felt, through his thinning consciousness, a light radiating with warmth. Taking up spears in their right hands, thousands of people prayed in the storm... The children from back then have all grown up. The Thunder God lost his right arm, and the world was reborn. His left arm nurtured the seed planted by his right, And beautiful flowers bloomed; thousands of them... He had a courageous left arm, and thousands of right arms. He won't lose. Those feelings will weave history... ...and time passes... "Hey grandpa. Why doesn't the Thunder God have a right arm? Poor him." A child around the street corner asks... Taking the child's small hand into his own, the old man smiled. "The Thunder God's right arm is right here. See, it's even there in your right pocket..."

Volume 13, page 509... I am an idiot...I realized while sinking...I... Just...wanted to sing... Just...wanted people to listen to this song... Just...that... The droplets of the azure waves; the moon that shines on them is cold... The shade of a huge rock; a terrace...the night is cold... Listen...no...don't listen to the voice that curses the skies A song of hatred...no...a song of regrets, the voice carried across the sea If you're happy, just laugh. If you're sad, just cry. But right now, I'm allowed neither of those I am no longer human, I have become a repulsing monster One that can only sing... Is living a sin...is desire a sin... O history...those girls embraced by your arms will say "I don't need your love...I won't call that love." The sad voice that guides the storm to obstruct the path of the white crow... Translated by Defade.

Lyrics Volume 12, page 741... The two songstresses - when will they sink... Hailed as the Red Songstress, the daughter of the Duke Firenza - Lord of Firenza Roberia Maria Della Firenza’s turn Chess pieces proceed on the game board... <Holy City of Firenza and the Southern City of Naporta → patron cities of the Red Songstress> [Firenza Naporta Patrono de Roberia] Sing! Red Songstress[Roberia], the stage she sets her eyes on Is the elegant and splendid[elegante e Sfarzoso] capital of beauty - Romana Hailed as the Azure Songstress, the daughter of the Duke Viscontie - Lord of Milana Giulietta Simone Del Viscontie’s turn One after another, the chess pieces proceed... <Northern City of Milana and Water City of Venera → patron cities of the Azure Songstress> [Milana e Venera Patrono de Giulietta] Sing! Azure Songstress[Giulietta], the stage she sets her eyes on Is the elegant and splendid[elegante e Sfarzoso] capital of adoration - Romana A passionate, blazing voice that flares up in red with a gorgeous figure, I am the <Greatest Songstress>[regina]! A pure, honest voice that pours out in azure with a calm smile, I am the <Greatest Songstress>[regina]! The lurking shadow within the palace - involving the various feudal lords - is the scheming black beast[bestia] The lurking shadow within the palace - involving the various feudal lords - is the scheming black beast[bestia] And the feast[festa] of conflicts continue And the feast[festa] of conflicts continue... The supreme tiara that the daughter of backwater nobles[Giulietta] yearns for in vain The supreme tiara that the narcissist lady past her prime[Roberia] yearns for in vain Is better fit to rest upon the head of the Red Songstress[Roberia]... Is better fit to rest upon the head of the Azure Songstress[Giulietta]... ......”Long live the queen!”[Evviva! Regina!] Year 312 of the Itanian calander King Montelfeltrano IV suddenly passed away The young prince Alessandro Claimed the throne as Alessandro I “Look, Roberia...you now have Naporta within your hands, All that’s left is to defeat that Viscontie girl...and you will be Queen...!” He passed down an edict Announcing his intentions to claim the <Greatest Songstress> of Itania as queen Ambitious feudal lords/distinguished nobles All hailed their own songstresses and advanced towards the capital... “There’s no way I’d lose to a backwater girl like her.” “Ooh, of course. But one can never be too cautious...” The dashing, dashing beast If she can be sold for a good price, then sell your daughter With the price as high as you desire “Oh my, father...” The raging, raging beast Sell your enemies, sell your comrades Sell others’ daughters for as cheap as they’ll go “A lowly songstress is but the same as a shabby prostitute, and being a daughter of a traitor only worsens the shame...” The roaring, roaring beast As rebels who schemed regicide The family of Del Viscontie was executed “My cute Roberia...you are the <Greatest Songstress>...” The massacring, massacring beast As a traitor who planned escape Del Viscontie’s daughter was judged “Yes…I’m counting on you, father...” “Deceivers and the deceived...killers and the killed...I’m surprised they don’t ever get tired of it... Everything is but a game...to take revenge... On this world that gave birth to me!” “Giulietta…you are the <Greatest Songstress> The hope of our family... I’m truly sorry for my lack of power... At the very least, you alone should escape...” The escaping maiden and the beast in pursuit A marionette controlled by red strings The repeating opera[lirica] tragedy[tragedia] A marionette controlled by red strings The beast bears its fangs, cornering her at a cliff The songstress, deprived of her song, will now be deprived of her world... “Roberia! Roberia!” “Long live Her Majesty Queen Roberia!” “-father!” The azure sky, the blue sea. The white crow that does not take flight. The sinking songstress. After the demise of the songstress Giulietta...reigning for a mere three years Queen Roberia was sunk into the darkness of history by the scheme of mistress Beatrice and prime minister Galeazzo... Don’t pride yourself on anything, For we are but a small boat floating in the sea of history To flourish is to fall, there are none who don’t sink... Translated by Defade.

I like the smell of the ocean. The wind softly brushed my cheek. I like the scenery I can see from here. Because both the ocean and the sky are made from the same azure... Those were lovely days. I remember them even now. My Father always piggy-backed me. How big his back seemed to me back then... The young girl loved her father. Her father was a brave sailor. He was always gentle; always full of smiles. He always told her about stories from across the ocean. The young girl's tiny map Was full of those stories... I still remember my papa’s tales. I want to see the white whale, I want to go to the twin islands, Swept away by the ocean breeze, to anywhere... All of the adults don't understand That I have a grand dream Uncontainable in my small body. I will definitely become a sailor... I still remember my daddy’s tales. I want to see the singing seabirds, I want to go to the coral reefs, Swept away by the ocean breeze, to anywhere... Let’s throw paper birds On a sunny day like this Across that azure water horizon... A <white> that can be tainted by anything - that is me tomorrow. <Boundaries> don't exist anywhere. Melting straight into <azure> To anywhere...to anywhere... That paper bird rode on the ocean breeze and took flight To anywhere, anywhere... Translated by Defade.

I am <the Aggregate Sentience of the Book>[Chronica] The original text of what you call <Black Chronicle> I can tell you something - if you don’t mind boring old tales, that is Once upon a time, there was a man somewhere He was entrapped by a destiny of ruin But at the end of his struggles...he found a path to escape from that fate... However...his escape from said fate was preordained by some other fate And even if he were to escape from that fate, he’ll simply be entrapped in another one No matter how much he stretches his limits, he’ll be easily entangled someday Have you understood the truth of the book? Black history does not allow altercations... Do you believe in eternity? ...that doesn’t matter It’s not an issue of concern, because the history of the book knows everything A world that repeats birth and destruction, everything is within a predestined harmony Have you understood the truth of the book? Black history does not allow altercations... In the end, he could not escape the hands of fate ...however, there is no need to pity him Because no one can escape, not you, nor me... All’s well ends well... Translated by Defade.

The defection of Alvarez sent shock waves rippling not only within the Empire, But also throughout the entire continent of Garia... The era seeks for a hero, and counterattacks were launched one after another The former region of Castilla announced independence from the empire The former region of Lombardo and former region of Preuzehn follow its lead The accumulated hatred for holy war finally reached its breaking point in the empire Holding Alvarez as an example, soldiers and peasants alike rushed to defect Forced into fierce battles form all four directions, The empire continued to lose territory, its power exhausted... And...the changing tides of war brought one decision upon this era... That is...one letter addressed by Emperor St. Childebert VI To the queen of Britannia... 4th year of the imperial calender『Verseine cease-fire agreement convention』 Imperial territory, palace of Yvelines Verseine The queen of roses proceeds through the marble corridors On her left is Parsifal, on her right is Alvarez Within the shade of the pillar is an uninvited guest... An assassin sent by the Black Order... A fatal strike of time made from a blind spot... Ah...history does not allow alterations... Within the frozen time Alvarez crumbled to his knees Parsifal's thunder spear flashed And Gefenbauer fell as well Is that...the moment when history changed its course? Or was everything decided from the very beginning? "...so you went first...Gefenbauer... Humans are...such sad beings..." Even within the final darkness that invites him... "Ah...how red...what a red sunset... Charlotte...I'll definitely...definitely come back..." Year 630 of the Britannian calendar. The hero Albers Alvarez Fell to the strike of an assassin within the palace of Yvelines[Verseine]...carved on his tombstone Is one stanza from a poem Luna Ballad dedicated to him... He killed many; and spared as many. He troubled many; and fulfilled as many. Ah...<Brethren of Belga>[Arbelge] rests here... The great war that involved the whole of Garia seems all but unstoppable now When it reached its finale...more blood and tears would've been shed And 5 years would've passed... A hill stained by the sunset. Two tombstones nestled close to each other. The white crow flies on bravely, beyond the endless sky... Translated by Defade.

Fools will question...where would the queen head After abandoning her impregnable castle? The wise shall know...no matter how solid a defense one might boast of There is no castle that won't fall... Britannian calendar year 627『The Battle at Canterbury』 The fourth platoon of knights led by captain Parsifal Marched to fend off the first wave of empire soldiers that landed on Dover Engaging them in combat on the plains of Canterbury We shall fear no enemy and swing our swords to protect our country O, comrades who bear the noble rose of the queen upon your chests Let us march on! We are the <Knights of the Rose>! The knights of rose that fear not even death follow in his footsteps... A streak of thunder that roams the crimson battlefield, Parsifal's spear Let us march on! We are the <Knights of the Rose>! It’s time, there’s the reaper! It’s time, there’s the reaper! [Chrono, Velesa! Chrono, Velesa!] It’s time, the hour has come! Look! The reaper! [Chrono, Venies! Vidies! Velesa!] The first year of the imperial calender『The Battle at Grasmere』 The third platoon of imperial soldiers led by General Alvarez Landed on a border area, Whiteheaven Riding on horses that dashed like gale, they snuck up on enemy camp from the back... Forget that there are those who love and pray for the ones we killed Let us exterminate all heretics! Don't avert your eyes, this is a <Holy War>! Burning mountain villages; massacred people A girl too slow in her escape; the man who chased after her He drew an arrow on his horse, and locked onto his prey The released arrow of flame grazed the thin girl's body "Charlotte!" The girl stumbled and fell; a man jumped out And countered the blade that was swung down on her The motionless girl; two men facing each other Here...is Alvarez on a white horse There...is Gefenbauer on a black horse "What are you trying to do to an unarmed person?" "She might be a mere girl, but she's still a heretic. There's no need for me to pity her..." "Don't go down the wrong path! Open your eyes..." "I don't want to hear that from you...hypocrite, hero maniac, murderer <Reaper of Belga>[Albelge]" "My dad died at Offenburg...my older brother...my younger brother...my comrades...are all..." "Wait...you bastard, are you betraying the empire? ...well, fine with me. <Reaper of Belga>[Albelge]...don't forget the name of the man who will kill you! His name is <Reaper of Belga’s Repaer>[Gefenbauer]!" Mistakes repeated over and over again, just what could we learn from history? There is darkness that we notice only after inflicting and suffering deprivation... It’s time, there’s the reaper! It’s time, there’s the reaper! [Chrono, Velesa! Chrono, Velesa!] It’s time, the hour has come! Look! The reaper! [Chrono, Venies! Vidies! Velesa!] A white horse galloped through the narrow mountain paths like wind A man with silvery armor sat on the horse Embracing the injured girl, he ran south... "Gefenbauer...eyes that tell of hatred and curse the world... That man was me, he was my past...Lotte...ah....Charlotte...just how should I fight?" Translated by Defade.

Lyrics Volume 9, page 527... Offenburg, territory of Preuzehn... Without choking on the dizzying scent of bloody rain, the man laughed... The 182nd year of the Flandre calender. 『The Battle at Aragón』 A Flandre force of 5000 men led by General Alvarez Crossed the mountain ranges of Pyreenes and began their attack on Castilla territory On the plains of Aragon, they engaged in combat with The stationed Northern Castilla Defense force, numbering 12000 men Every time they walk forward in courage, death pools around their feet Their keen-edged blades flash by, and the enemies' fighting spirit[heart] is deluded The raging soldiers and the neigh of the steeds "All units attack! After me..." An armor of shining silver.... <The General of the Belga people>[Albelge] It’s time, the hour has come! Look! The reaper! [Chrono, Venies! Vidies! Velesa!] "By the way...Lord Arvalez's army now has another victory under their belts... A devastating victory over an enemy unit a few times their size, thrashing them completely...or so I heard..." "...the silver reaper. Cursed <Ghost of Belga>[Albelge]. Some people even began to worship him over His Majesty." "I just happen to have the perfect chess piece under my control, and when the time is ripe, We should do well in wishing the eyesore, the great hero to take leave...." "Chess piece? Ah, the prisoner taken at Preuzehn? ...the stage of history on which destruction plays may put on quite the interesting show[dream] tonight..." "In the name of our <Only God>[Chronica]..." For whom does he roam the battlefield...after losing the woman[person] he should protect and his motherland... Translated by Defade.

Volume 9, page 468... The Avalon dynasty, kingdom of Britannia. Two heroines who were symbols of that era. The poet extolled as <the Earthly Moonlight>, Luna Ballad Even after being afflicted with an eye disease and losing her light after a harsh journey, she still continues to sing A woman who, through her songs, continued to illuminate flickers of hope within the darkness of her listener’s hearts The queen extolled as <the Supreme Rose>, Rose Guine Avalon As the niece to the tyrant queen, she was the first princess in line for the throne A woman who relieved her people of their suffering under the former ruler’s tyranny “Let’s put an end to the era when <freedom of thought and speech>[songs] were oppressed by <those in power>[the rose]...if only to not lose to my own weakness, I have taken upon the name of a person I hold dear...ah...Endymio...no matter what storms may arrive, I can keep on singing...” “I want everyone to regain their pride and hearts that once loved their motherland. Can I make this country into our beloved homeland again? The winter rose has withered, and a late spring has arrived. I’ll take an oath right here - that I’ll become a rose blessed by the Goddess of Light[Brigitte]...” The 627th year of the Britannian calender The King of Flandre, Childebert VI Changed his kingdom’s name to Holy Flandre Empire and laid down the foundation for an imperial government St. Childebert VI reigned as the first emperor And began his invasion of Britannia under the name of <Holy War>... <Knights of the Rose> That is...an excerpt from one of Luna Ballad’s poems depicting the people who have once suffered in long periods of troubles Now united under a new rose... Cloaking ourselves with proud flames, we took up swords to protect our motherland O, comrades who bear the noble queen’s rose upon their chests Give praise to our <Knights of the Rose> Ah...may the blessing of the Goddess of Light[Brigette] be upon them... Sent off by a song of prayer, the brave sons of Britannia headed towards the battlefield...

Volume 8, page 216... The lush and overgrown forest of Welkenraedt Beyond which lies the hill of promise The moment he blinked -a scenery was burnt into that instant of darkness He saw a setting sun that he’ll never forget... “No matter what happens, I’ll definitely come back to you...” “....yes, I believe you. I love you, after all. Don’t forget, Albers.” The sky’s color on that day was sorrowfully red The red stone that would bind the two of us, separated The two youths swore naïve eternity upon the hill... I swore upon its necklace... Even if history lacks a teller, stories will continue to be woven regardless The path that the white crow flies upon...what does it seek in this sunset sky... Translated by Defade.

Volume 8, page 324... “...Arbelge.” The hero sought after by an era. However, there is no satisfaction. No, there’s even something missing, He forgot something important... “...Arbelge.” Reasons have no meaning. It all boils down to the same thing when he strikes. There is no blade without malice. No place to call his own either. There is only the era he dashed through in a shower of blood... “...Arbelge.” Repeating pain. If it were allowed, he even wished that he could return To that time of ignorance Even if history wouldn’t change one bit... -The first atrocity- “Do not fear, young ones Whip your shaking knees into shape and march on The approaching enemy forces number 5000 We have to stop them in this forest, no matter what...” Memories of younger days. The boy who once was a crybaby Now carries the pride and conviction of a warrior within his heart And heads towards the battlefield, swarming with despair... Even if his body were to crumble, He still wanted to protect something... The forest where I gathered fruits with my mother... The river where I fished with my father... The hill where I exchanged a promise with you... Memories of younger days. The boy from that summer Now carries a sword in his right hand, letting off a dull shine, And heads towards the battlefield where the reaper beckons Even if his body were to crumble, He still wanted to protect something... He won’t run. Who will destiny choose... He won’t run. What will the future reflect... Translated by Defade.

Volume 9, page 883... The blind poet Luna opened her lips silently... “What I am going to sing now...is a poem telling of a certain girl's experiences until she found what she held dear... The journey is harsh, the paths difficult, yet the girl never gave up. In the story, she chooses to continue to sing instead of cursing fate, though a difficult path Even if history were to bury everything someday, close your eyes...and simply listen for now...” O, my beloved, where are you? I have no clue to go by The song I brought along my solitary journey Fades away to the distant sky Raindrops fallen from the sky; drops[tears] that have overflown Into my hand... Emerging from several deep forests, crossing steep mountains From village to city, from familiar faces to strangers I walked in search of my beloved Fantasies roaming the sky, the promise[kiss] Made under the stars... "Ah...Endymio..." Dusk surrounds the empty world Where do I head alone, never to return? Historical facts that the chronicles affirm. The history of conflicts. Scars left by the claws of war. Flames that scorch the earth. With no news from their families...lovers...beloved Many people were torn apart without choice in this era The girl's journey, as if tracing the source of the song she brought along Led her to a man who was said to be imprisoned in a certain castle And...she ended up arriving from deduction to conclusion That melancholic yet nostalgic tune, the one who wrote that poem is... What supported me on the brink of collapse Is this last nameless poem my lover[you] has left me "O destiny...even if you were to steal light from these eyes... You cannot take song from these lips..." The song of arrival illuminates dusk Even when withered, the flower blossoms bravely right there Ah...the raging and saddening... Storm arrives, but even if it were to mow down everything Precious things will always be right there (-the song leading to a precious person) You...if you've found a way to your precious things, then there's no need to waver anymore (-the song leading to a precious person) Even if it were a road of thorns, that itself can be an enjoyment if you hum along (-the song leading to a precious person) Because there is no meaning to a life without song (-the song leading a precious person) Towards precious things...towards places of arrival... The horizon that the white crow aims for...beyond that sky... Translated by Defade.

Volume 7, page 168... The last poem... It was simply too wonderful. A soldier told a pair of lovers in the city about a poem. Eventually, the poem passed from person to person. The nameless poem, Whose author remained unknown, eventually spread afar on the continent... The strong and beautiful queen of time. Everyone kneels before absolute power. The upcoming queen's birthday. One poet was ordered to offer a poem praising her beauty... The queen asks... "Who is the most beautiful in this world?" ...however, he doesn't give in "In my world, Your Majesty is the second most beautiful..." "The beauty of withered flowers... That is an illusion in the name of reminiscence... A garden in full bloom throughout eternity without decay... Even a noble and beautiful rose... Being a flower itself, cannot match up to a withered one..." The queen was enraged at the poem. "You, are you telling me to wither away!?" With a single sign from the prime minister, the soldiers surrounded the poet... The poet extolled as a genius...his name is Ballad. Now, he is writing his last poem in the corner of the cold dungeons... The time of execution draws close. The prison guard with a rose emblem on his chest Heard his last crafted poem... The final bell tolls. The execution is carried out swiftly. In his last moments, he remembers... The sky of his homeland, the scent of the wind. The days he lived with a woman now dead... Just like how cold autumn winds guide Winter, One journeying girl wanders in search for her beloved With a somewhat nostalgic poem on her lips... Translated by Defade.

Fantasy Story Suite....Chronicle 2nd That is...the story of the world and a girl who traces history There is a poem I want to recite...there is a path I want to follow... There is a hill I want to protect...there are roses I want to be proud of... There is a battle I want to resolve...there is a song I want you to hear... There is a voyage I want to speak of...there is a right arm I want to lift up... No matter when, we did not give up. Beyond history, the sky both far yet so near A promise made with you. Feelings that are passed on. Our never-ending lineage[Chronicle].. “O <Black God-Child>[Lucia]...I am saddened...! I thought you could've understood the truth of the book... But nevermind...if you think you can change history... Then come at me anytime...!” <Black Chronicle> By the time I was aware, my mother was gone The slight sense of sadness is a gentle lullaby... “There are similar people everywhere.” "-our paths seemed like they could go anywhere." Before I was born, my father was gone as well The certain sense of hatred is a passionate heart of love... “There were plenty of similar people.” “-where do you seek? What do you betray?” Born whilst embracing different stars, we're now Embraced by the same sky, yet despite that... A white horse dashing towards the future we dreamt of back then Ignorant of the shadow chasing it, we were taken on its back Dashing towards...the prophesied end... <Black Chronicle> <Black Chronicle> Those are books that shouldn't exist Ancient books with black covers, totaling 24 volumes That are being kept at a certain Chronicle Worshipping Order[Cult's] facilities Recorded on those books were numerous accounts from the beginning of history They all held a certain sense of coherency, and it is evident that they are chronicles If we are to accept those as historical facts What does that make of the history we've come to affirm thus far? The book's accounts even concern the future - one difference[seed] brings several theories[leaves] to budding, blooming debates[flowers] of confusion The greatest thesis amongst them being the end of this world in the future soon to come As a <historical fact>... Where do our comrades begin, where do our enemies end? One mistake in judgment on that, and you'll be massacred by history Everyone selfishly draws their own borders Engraved upon the white map is the trial of conflict Ah...how narrow...how narrow is this world...! -Justice Kill all your enemies. O comrades, you can have a brief moment of reprieve Are you happy? Ah...a happy world? A world of deathly meetings? Are you...happy with that? But comrades too can become enemies, so we should strike in advance and kill them Are you happy? Ah...a happy world? A world of deathly encounters? Are you...really happy? But enemies won't just disappear, so we live in fear Are you happy? Ah...a happy world? A world of deathly meetings? Are you...happy with that? Then it's simply rinse and repeat - that is the way to grasp happiness Are you happy? Ah...a happy world? The way to grasp happiness That's wrong! That kind of logic is just wrong! There are people trying to sell out this world You should realize that, and once you do, you should fight Like the white crow that takes the wind of time head-on with just one wing The map entrusted to the future we dreamt of back then Though once ignorant of the shadow redrawing it, we now surpass our past selves Dashing towards...the unprophesied beginning... <Black Chronicle> By the time I was aware, my mother wasn't here anymore. The one who told me that she died from sickness Was the organization that took me in as an orphan and raised me There were many similar people in the organization Eventually, we came to question the organization and fled... Translated by Defade.

What am I watching? Why is it so cool?

I, too hope to fade into a Bosch at the end of my life. Ideally I've become a doll by this point as well.

あ〜久しぶりに見ました。UPありがとうございます😂

UP感謝！

1:31 sounds like shinzou wo sasageyo's opening

やっぱりドールエリス怖い

I'm dying at the thumbnail lmao

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死にそうな黒猫のやつが好きなんだけど、曲名がわからなくて悲しい 違う曲だけど永遠を手に入れた魔術師が若干雰囲気が似てるかな？

I CANT BELIEVE I NEVER SAW THIS BEFORE Supertunnel my beloved <3 Thank you so much for uploading it!!!

泣きそう

今さら聴き直し中。 教団に勝利して新しい世界をはじめられるのかと思ったら、黒い背表紙に黒い文字というように、しっかり””本に書かれている””から、黒の歴史からは逃れられなかったということなのかな。

これ、本当にすごいよ。「Roman」のテーマにもなる”輪廻”の中で、「零の地平線」である屋根裏を垣間見てしまった感じ。賢者（と思われる人物）が案内をしてくれるのも粋だ。 「地平線」というのは”物語”のことだと言われているので、”何度も廻りなおせばいい”というのは、何度も聴きなおして、自分なりに物語を納得できる形で解釈を作り上げてね、というメッサージュがあるのかな。 しかしこの展開は、屋根裏と「Roman」は、色々とつながりが深いのが分かる。（題材も同じフランスだしね！） そしてしっかりと元の輪廻に戻されるという演出まで、ミステリアスで大好き。

「屋根裏の少女」は、黒の歴史よりも古いのか。全ての発端はミシェルのキャンバスなのだろうか。

薄暗い部屋で　鎖に繋がれた 屋根裏の少女 窓から見える世界は　蒼く歪んだ幻想… 薄暗い部屋で　狂人に飼われた 屋根裏の少女 差し込む月明かりが　細い指先を導く… 少女に与えられた　唯一の玩具は 白いキャンバスと　三色の絵の具 少女は　来る日も来る日も描いた 白いキャンバスの中には　全てがあるから 少女は　来る日も来る日も描いた 三色の絵の具があれば　全てを描けた… 少女に与えられたのは 躰を屋根裏に繋ぎ止める為の　最低限の食事 白いキャンバスと　三色の絵の具 少女の心は　白いキャンバスの中… 白いキャンバスは　少女の世界 何処へでも行くけたし　何でも手に入った 無邪気な欲望が　キャンバスを埋めてゆく… 「私…お友達が…欲しいな…。」 柱時計は　午前零時を告げ 閉ざされた　少女の世界はやがて 右手に神を　左手に悪魔を宿した… 異変に気付いた　狂人が 死に物狂いで　少女の細い頸を絞める 「そんなに悲しそうな顔をして…どうしたのパパ？ そうだ…パパの幸せを描いてあげる。」 薄暗い部屋で　埃をかぶった 屋根裏の… 赤いキャンバスと　空になった絵の具…。

История с чердаком. Bonsoir (Добрый вечер). О, возлюбленный путешественник горизонта. Меж блужданиями по долине утра и вечера... Похоже, ты зашёл сюда. К сожалению, тут, куда ни иди, только пустошь. Фантазия, нарисованная девочкой на белом холсте. Roman (история), сплетённый на чердаке. 13 умерших мальчиков, сложенные друг на друга... Ах... И внутри тёмной клетки... безоговорочно правит её смех. - Да, мадам. - А-ха-ха-ха... А теперь... родись, Ивер! Roman (история) рождения... Roman (история) смерти... Сейчас, когда ты слушаешь... Другое сообщение. Вращающаяся «мельница»... сверкающий «драгоценный камень»... Увлекающее за собой «пламя»... «куклы-близняшки»... Подсвеченный «Пятый Горизонт». Повторяй, сколько душе угодно... До тех пор, пока не объединишься с желанным горизонтом. Если обещанный и безжалостный вечер ведёт к свету, то рассветёт новое утро, не так ли? Реальность... Вымысел... Мир романа... Кто обманщик?.. Ах... Интересно, есть ли там роман?

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儘　問いに惑い　解を違え　 累の海へ堕つる ただ愛を求め　生を奪い 愛が空に舞う 嗚呼... 火を騙り 風を汚し 嗚呼... 地を屠り 水を鎖す やがて あなたがたは神を殺し 畏れを 忘るるのだろう？ それでもお往きなさい 友よ 嗚呼... Chronos,the vertical bearer of time. Dios,the horizonatel flame of life. The weaver of universe uses goth strings. If this is the reason we call them destiny....Moira... ...Moira...

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