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Sunday felt as if his soul was hit hard by a heavy hammer. His body instantly lost strength, and the philosophical fetus could no longer support itself on the stage and began to slowly fall into the abyss.

Sunday raised his head, looked up at the sky, slowly closed his eyes, and sighed: "The night is still... too short."

The robin jumped down from the sky and hugged Sunday tightly in his arms.

"Ah?" Sunday opened his eyes in surprise, his face full of disbelief.

The robin leaped down from the sky, passed through the broken fetus of philosophy, and held Sunday tightly in his arms.

Sunday felt a warm power, he opened his eyes in surprise, his face full of disbelief. The robin buried his head deeply in Sunday's shoulder and whispered: "Brother...Meng, it's time to wake up."

[March 7: Uh... Does this mean that Harmony has swallowed up Order again? ]

[Hua Huo: Hehe, congratulations~ Congratulations~]

[Sambo: It’s dawn. Yesterday was Sunday—so today is Monday. It’s time to go to work.]

【Qingque: Such a... such a cruel truth.】

[Employee A: Wuwuwu, brother, you can’t die. Who can I ask to make up for my seven days off?]

[Employee B: Even in my dreams, I can’t take a seven-day break... It’s... too cruel...]

As time passed, the picture gradually became dim, leaving only lines of white text and a clear and magnetic voice echoing in the darkness.

In the first year of the Amber Calendar 2158, a burning conspiracy broke out in the "Land of Dreams" at the dawn of the universe's century, but quickly turned to ashes in chaos and confusion.

【March 7: What a strange voice.】

[Xing: ...There is an inexplicable sense of familiarity. ]

[Liuying: It's Elio. ]

[Qingque: He is the man called the slave of fate... the boss of the Star Core Hunters?! Maybe I can see what he looks like in the live broadcast room.]

People say that many things happened in those forty-eight systems: a sun was about to fall, a paradise was about to collapse, a world was about to change hands, a body was about to decay, a group of vultures were about to gather, and a brother and sister were about to part forever.

【Su Chang: Wow..these are all riddles.】

[Walter: Hmm... if we analyze it simply, the sun can be understood as Sunday, and paradise is Taiyi's dream. The world has changed hands... could it be Pinocchio? ]

[Fu Xuan: The company's fleet seems to have arrived at Pinoconi. The layout is completed only after losing the cornerstone as a bargaining chip. The company is unlikely to give up. ]

[Robin: Brother and sister, are you saying goodbye? My brother...]

There was another god, who fell asleep again. Some people cheered for this, some regretted it. Some people who witnessed everything, who were insignificant compared to the sum of the universe, said that he died with dignity this time.

[March 7: Hey, wait, the gods falling asleep again means...]

[Hanabi: Hehe, then of course it’s because Taichi of Order didn’t win the resurrection match~]

[March 7: How... to be resurrected?]

[Doctor of Truth: There is a study that shows that the Star Gods are essentially the ultimate of a certain philosophical concept. Do you remember what Sunday called them? 'The Fetus of Philosophy']

[March 7: In other words...if Sunday succeeds, he can even become a Star God! ? ]

The galaxy welcomes a pure dawn, and a violent storm begins to take shape. The cry of "All for the Amber King" becomes louder and louder, but no matter how people look at it, time will push Klipper's hammer down, over and over again, without end.

[Qingque: Now I believe what Elio said. This Riddler is almost as good as the old man Taibu. No one would believe him if he weren't a prophet.]

【Fu Xuan:? 】

[Ji Zi: These words do contain a lot of information, and each sentence seems to contain a hidden meaning.]

The story of the Star Train has come to an end, and it has also begun anew. Time is rolling forward, and the journey of "pioneering" is about to open a new chapter.

......

The scene was a beautiful starry sky, with countless stars twinkling with faint and charming light. In this quiet starry sky, a young voice came: "Brother, do you think... stars will die?" This is the voice of a robin, full of curiosity and worry.

Another young male voice responded: "What's wrong? Why are you asking this suddenly?"

Then, a little hand was raised and pointed at the stars in the sky. "Because the bird-like constellation looks a little dim. That... Anserina." The girl said softly, with a hint of uneasiness in her tone.

The scene moves down to show young Sunday and the robin, both of them lying on the windowsill, looking at the starry sky in the distance.

The boy corrected her mistake with a smile: "It's Aquila. Don't worry, it's still there, but because it's in the inner ring of Pinocchio, it can only be seen when spring and summer merge."

[Gold Dust: Hahaha, Professor, look, it's an eagle]

【Doctor Truth: .....Idiot】

Then the boy went on to answer, "But the question you raise... I guess stars die, just like people."

"Stars can die, too?"

The boy nodded and explained softly, "You know what? No star belongs to the 'now'. The stars we see are the light they emitted long ago." He paused and continued:

"After the star dies, the light will still travel millions of light years, span millions of years, and illuminate the night sky of another world."

He said with hope and innocence: "I believe that there will be such a star in our paradise, shining with the same light. It will shine for eternity, and its name... is called "happiness."

The girl excitedly retorted: "Wrong! How can there be only one? There should be two stars, no... the sky should be full of stars!"

[Bluebird: The one who stands above everyone else, and the one who blends in with everyone else...the two of them have embarked on different paths since childhood.]

[Esther: One chose order, the other chose harmony, they are destined not to be on the same path...]

The boy looked at his sister, his eyes full of pampering and tenderness: "Well, you are right."

The girl raised her little finger and looked at her brother expectantly.

The boy smiled and stretched out his hand, interlocking his pinky finger with his sister's. "Make a promise. Nothing can change our ideals."

The girl laughed happily. "Yes, of course!"

[Huo Huo: The two of you...are always the same.]

[Firefly: Whether it is Sunday or the robin, they are all heading towards their own ideals... Mr. Gallagher's last words make a lot of sense: "If it weren't for this damn fate, maybe we could still talk about it."]