I actually really dislike sunlight because its warmth makes it hard for me to tell if I'm dreaming.
In the wheelchair, Igula opened his eyes, specks of light adorning his eyelashes, casting a dreamlike and surreal beauty over everything before him.
He saw Ash and two young girls embracing each other, and next to them, there was even a phantom of a girl holding a Silver Lamp. Though the surroundings were a battlefield of ruins and debris, they seemed to be sitting on a verdant lakeside, bathed in the world's greatest blessings. The forest sent gentle breezes their way, the mirror-like lake reflected their moments, and even time became kind to them, making this moment as long as possible, ensuring all beautiful stories could catch up to them.
He raised his hands, pressed his index fingers and thumbs together to form a rectangle, framing them as if he wanted to capture this moment in his memory.
