——I long to look up at the blue sky.
——I yearn to gaze upon the stars.
——I wish to touch the clouds.
——I want to catch the wind in my hands.
Desires tumble one after another, and wishes cry out, each in turn.
Different people, different wishes, different longings and wanderings.
Carrying sorrow, carrying anger, carrying hope, carrying determination.
All these emotions resonated with Ian, and at this moment, he felt a profound empathy for all of them, the indescribable complex longings so similar to his own.
Imprisoned on this land, surrounded by souls bound by gravity, and those nations who, despite possessing powerful technology, have no desire to step out but instead wage wars against other countries… Each one filled him with sadness and anger.
But…
'He' could no longer see.
