The hazy steam slowly dissipates, turning last night's spring scene into a dream forgotten, before the morning sunlight arrives, transforming it into summer's foam, scattered within beautiful memories.
In the morning, when Fisher truly touches the soft, sleeping form beside him, a wave of satisfaction surges within his heart, making him wish time would pause at this moment and not move forward.
But ultimately, this is merely a luxury, an illusion.
Waking up early, he appears energetic, showing no signs of fatigue from exhaustion, instead exhibiting a spirit of rising courage.
Outside the window, the morning is as quiet as last night, but in his peripheral vision, the illusory scarlet in the sky has become more intense, gradually enveloping the sky, offering a glimpse into the true situation within the Spirit Realm.
The collapse of the Gap continues, and the Doomsday Prophecy's progression remains unresolved; it's time for him to continue his journey.
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