[Some foolishly pray for eternal life,]
[not knowing that their lives have already merged into the lives of others.]
[I can only vaguely recall, many simulations ago, my eyes didn't seem as cold, and my attitude toward life wasn't as flippant as it is now.]
[...]
[—But why must I bear so many wraiths?]
[—But why must I witness such purgatory?]
[I will lay to rest with my people in a land buried under snow and ice.]
[This is the native realm where they were born and raised.]
...
Day 292 of the war.
You gradually complete the rest of the work for humanity's entry into [Two Dimensions], setting up some special programs.
Day and night rotate ceaselessly, and you walk alone among the dead.]
"..."
On the battlefield, with flags fluttering, you look up and see an endless wildfire; the cries and pleas of the people fill your ears and chest, leaving you with an inexplicable bitterness.
