Collapse Simulator, why are we drifting apart?

"If it were me...I'd want you out."

"Is that so..." Fan Mu blinked, "Since Hua, you say so, then I...will leave."

"...Um."

He looked at the gate of the amusement park again, at the empty ticket gate. The inside of the amusement park was flashing with brilliant lights.

Take a deep breath, lift your feet and walk forward slowly.

At this time, the people behind him slowly arrived and looked at him in silence.

Looking at his leaving back, Hua couldn't help but feel doubtful and asked softly.

"why?"

"Why?" Fan Mu murmured softly, not sure if he didn't hear clearly or was asking himself.

"Is it a dream or reality? Does it really... matter?"

His voice was very soft, as soft as the evening breeze, brushing gently past everyone's ears, and everyone could hear the confusion in his words.

"In the dream, I can enjoy everything in reality and feel the reality. So is the dream... still a dream?"

"In my dreams, I can enjoy everything I want, but in reality... I am just struggling to survive in society."

"So...if reality is like this, is it better to be a dream or reality?"

As he spoke, he walked slowly forward and soon reached the empty ticket gate.

"There are no painful memories here, only happiness and beauty, so why should I leave?"

As he asked this question, he finally reached the ticket gate. At this moment, all the noise in the world stopped. The world was in a trance. In the empty pavilion in front of him, a man in black appeared at the dark ticket gate in front of him.

That was the culprit that caused this dream cycle countless times.

The people far behind were anxious when they saw the man in black suddenly appearing. They wanted to step forward but were stopped by Hua.

"Just watch, there is no danger here anymore."

The man in black looked at Fan Mu, who was two steps away from him, and met his gaze. He looked at the ticket in his hand, and a pair of slender hands that gave people a sense of vicissitudes of life stretched out from under the dark clothes and pinched a corner of the ticket.

The man in black, who had never spoken for hundreds or thousands of times, spoke slowly at this moment. His voice was hoarse and it was impossible to tell whether he was a man or a woman.

"Have you...really decided?"

“Once you walk in here…there’s really no turning back.”

"Everything in front of you is what you have abandoned before, and it is all the memories that have caused you so much pain. If that's the case... do you still want to pick it up?"

"As you just said, there are no painful memories here, only happiness and beauty. So... why do you want to leave?"

"Why do you want to leave?"

Fan Mu repeated his words again, turned his head to look at the people behind him, looked at Hua, looked at Kafka and Liuying who had accompanied him for hundreds of cycles, thought of those beautiful, short and long memories, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and there was a hint of helplessness in his voice.

"Because we will eventually wake up, and... now it seems that reality, truth, is not all bad memories."

"In that case, then... it's up to you."

The man in black spoke without a trace of emotion and took the ticket he handed over.

Instantly, the surrounding space flickered a few times again, just like a crashed computer jumping from time to time, and finally slowly turned into calm.

There was still no one outside the amusement park, but looking from the outside, there was a crowd of people inside, and everyone's face was filled with happy smiles.

Here, Fan Mu also saw Kiana and Mei eating ice cream, saw Sakura smiling and waiting for her sister in front of the carousel, and saw...

They are all here.

"Let's go."

Hua walked up to his side without him noticing, looked at the people inside with a complicated look, and spoke softly.

"Ah."

Fan Mu nodded, clenched his fists, calmed his panicked heart, and finally took a step forward and walked into this real amusement park.

The others looked at each other and followed in. Kafka walked in at the end and watched everyone enter the amusement park. She turned her head to look at the man in black who she had wanted to kill countless times, suppressed the urge to take action, and asked coldly.

"Who are you?"

"Me?" The man in black looked at Fan Mu's back as she walked in without even glancing at her. "I'm just one of his...friends."

"Who?" Kafka continued.

This time the man in black was silent for a moment, raised his hand, and slowly took off the hood he had been wearing. Even though it was dark now, the face that had been buried in the shadows for hundreds of cycles slowly emerged.

"I know you, Kafka. I've seen his memories, but he doesn't remember you."

"But this time... he should remember it, but the process will be extremely painful."

As he finished speaking, the extremely familiar face in front of her reflected in her eyes.

It was Fan Mu, the face of her older brother, the only difference was his eyes, those blue eyes that contained no emotion at all.

Kafka frowned, "Why do you want to use big brother's face?"

"Use his face?" Fanmu shook his head slowly, "This is what I really look like."

"I have been like him since I was born. To put it more loosely, I am just a second personality split from his heart."

"You can also call me... Herrscher."

"..."

Kafka didn't care about his title, nor did she care what the so-called Herrscher was. She touched the extremely real wall beside her and asked.

"Everything here is not made up of Big Brother's memories, but yours, right?"

"Yes and no."

For some reason the black man seemed extremely patient and answered every one of her questions.

"This is a dream that I compiled based on what he had expected in the past and everything I saw in his body. It is unique to him."

“This is also my memory.”

"Why do you say that Big Brother's memory was lost, but he was able to pick it up again here?"

"I said, this is also my memory."

He could no longer see Fan Mu’s back, so he finally looked away and raised his head to the dark sky dotted with stars.

I don’t know why the world is still dark when there are so many stars.

"He and I are one. Strictly speaking, during the time when we were one, our memories were also the same."

"He only asked someone to delete his own memory, but not mine."

"Now...if he receives my memories, then...the part that he has abandoned will naturally be remembered."

"It's just that... this process... is a little painful."