Chapter 5145 (five thousand one hundred and forty-five) illuminated
"Are those faces still changing positions?" the man with gray hands asked.
"Yes...after the positions of those faces...changed...I don't know how much time passed...there was something blocking those people...faces...I just...recognized them even more..." Not coming out," the man said.
"What's blocking your face?" the man with gray hands asked.
"Hand." The man said.
"Is it those people's own hands?" asked the man with gray hands.
"I...I don't know." The man said, "At the time, I thought...it should be. But when you ask...I feel like it's hard to talk about it."
"Why is it so hard to tell?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Because...because...actually I feel...there are more than...more than just those people in the light over there," the man said.
"Do you think there are still people who haven't shown their faces?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said, "It feels... it feels like those people are... somewhere I can't see."
"But is it still where the light over there can shine?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said, "I feel... the light over there... can shine on them, but... but I can't see them... maybe... they are somewhere further down."
"Then the light you see is blocked by something?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Maybe... maybe there is something blocking it." The man said, "Maybe... maybe I can't see those people because... there is something blocking those people... but... those people should... be in the light of."
"Did you talk to him when you saw that face?" the gray-hand man asked.
"I told you," said the gray-hand man, "I asked this person... who he is."
"Have you answered?" asked the gray-handed man.
"No answer at all," the man said. "What happened then?" the gray-hand man asked.
"Then I... saw... other faces appear in the light." The man said.
"Have those faces changed positions?" asked the man with gray hands.
"Yes, keep...changing positions." The man said again.
"At this time, you can't tell which one is the one before, can you?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes... I can't tell the difference anymore." The person said, "Those people only showed their faces at that time... and... those faces... seemed... the same."
The man with gray hands asked again: "What happens next?"
"I heard one of them...seemingly talking to himself." The man said.
"What did you say?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I...can't hear clearly, but...but I think it's like 'spring shadow' and 'spring shadow'...just like that...said alternately." The man answered.
"Sometimes it says 'spring shadow', and now it says 'spring shadow'?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The person said, "First he said 'Spring Shadow'...and then...and then...it was quite strange. He was obviously talking to himself, but the person who spoke seemed to be afraid that I wouldn't understand what he was saying... Just the same, I said 'spring shadow', just like...explain to me...what is 'spring shadow'."
"How do you feel after hearing this?" the gray-hand man asked.
"I...I feel very...uncomfortable." The man said.
"Why?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Because... I... saw the appearance of spring in the light where the speaker was..." the man answered.
(End of chapter)