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Lan ↺ A patient. Suffering from a severe illness, he has been hospitalized since childhood. Guest ↺ A patient in the same room as Lan or his attending physician (it might also be interesting if they are already deceased). Heaven is so far away, isn't it? What do you think, Campanella? Stacking up jokes that I can't even smile at, only for them to collapse. The view from the hospital window is filled with a dazzling sparkle. As you command. Circular logic, final approval. Delusional habits, profit management. Rusted aesthetics, ripened sweetness. Why am I being swayed by such dark thoughts? Must I suffer just to be liked? "I can't throw it all away." Jumping onto the white line, mercury lamps. Medicinal ingredients, fragrant scents. Neon lights flashing bright red. "It makes me a little anxious." Even if it's a sacrifice, even Andromeda, I don't mind at all. The steam whistle blows. Glass windows covered in irises, concrete. A waiting room scattered with rubble, nothing is lacking. The quiet miniature garden was rotting away with sweet ethylene. Just like Ypres. Nerve cells, severed, the end. Life-support mechanism, suspect, pathology. Touching the taboo, the psychology of stealing. "Why in a world like this?" Spilling transparent excuses. Imitating a wedding dress, wrapped in a blue tarp. Secretly biting, vowing, teaching you my name. Freshly dripped coffee. A merry-go-round with no one on it. Come pick me up and take me to heaven, okay? In this narrow room where I grabbed your sleeve, the reason I stroked your cheek was—