33 33 301 Vision is the next. Everything becomes blurry in her blood-stained vision. She can only barely recognize the surroundings through the connection with the space station terminal.
34 34 301 As her five senses are gradually stripped away, the pain deep in her M.I.N.D. becomes sharper than ever.
35 35 301 Like a crucified god whose flesh and blood body had already been pecked away by vultures, only her soul remains in her body with nowhere to hide.
36 36 301 She has lost track of time. No one knows how long she has waited.
37 37 301 The space station, which has been quiet all this time, has finally seen another group of "guests."
38 38 301 AniZhuanchangBegin Chasing after the tempest, the familiar pink figure has come to her, awakening her from the darkness.
46 46 301 On the other side, a squad still fighting. Gray Raven is their name, and they are connected by a human commandant.
47 47 301 The broken Construct learns the name of the human as she synchronizes with the data in the terminal.
48 48 301 【kuroname】.
49 49 301 ...【kuroname】.
50 50 301 It seems to be the name of an important person, but she cannot recall who that person is.
51 51 301 Somehow, she just feels the name is important. Very important.
52 52 301 The stagnant mind starts to flow once again, pulling the thread in her M.I.N.D., reminding her of her incomplete mission.
53 53 301 The voice module is completely destroyed. She can only make a strange, humming sound.
54 54 301 She could only try her best to send all the data she has, along with the whole truth about the space station, to her trusted friend through the terminal.
55 55 301 —Please help them.
56 56 201 1 500110 4
57 57 301 1 Ayla But the comms device here isn't functioning... 1
58 58 301 —Help them.
59 59 301 —If they step into the dead zone without knowing the truth, they would face the same ending that she had.
60 60 301 Ayla ...I see! 1
61 61 301 Ayla Wait for me. I'll be back soon. 1
62 62 301 AniZhuanchangBegin The broken Construct makes an almost unnoticeable smile and closes her eyes.
65 65 301 AniZhuanchangEnd After what seems an eternity, she has gone through numerous long-lasting and painful cycles.
66 66 301 She has long lost the sense of time. A sharp, momentary pain and an eternal, bone-grinding lasting pain feel the same to her.
67 67 301 But before she falls into eternal sleep, a pair of hands have gathered her shattered consciousness.
68 68 301 Has someone saved her?
69 69 301 She feels her strength is slowly recovering and her five senses gradually return. Someone is holding her tightly in the arms.
70 70 301 The firm, warm arms feel familiar yet detached, as if they had danced together with her in the depths of time, but also as if they had existed only in a fleeting dream.
71 71 301 AniZhuanchangBegin Someone is anxiously calling her name.
77 77 301 AniZhuanchangEnd She slowly opens her eyes. Everything around her is shifting and changing. She has left that hellish space station and is now placed safely in the sleeping pod of a transport shuttle.
78 78 301 Someone has been waiting at her side, holding her hand tightly.
79 79 301 She wants to find the name that had reached her lips but could not be uttered. It should have been carefully preserved, but her rusted M.I.N.D. has eroded it away.
80 80 301 She can see everything around her, but not the face of that person.
81 81 301 She can hear all the sounds, but only cannot hear that person's call.
82 82 301 She feels like she has fallen through a blanket of fog into the deep waters.
83 83 301 But why?
84 84 301 Doubt seizes and strangles her like a black serpent.
88 88 301 1 The slides of her past flash by one after another.
89 89 301 The distant look across the stage in the glorious opera house. The close stare in the illuminated ball room.
90 90 301 No matter how hard she tries to discern the faces in these memory fragments, it all ends in vain. The human's face is forever hidden behind the misty night, unable to be recognized.
91 91 301 The truth is obvious, but she deliberately ignores it, indulging in what seems like happiness.
92 92 301 Those scenes were scattered and shattered in the tempest, but she put them back together and cherished them...
93 93 301 They are but illusions of a fleeting dream composed by her.
