"Well, I know."

"Actually, the rules here are fragile and hysterical, just like me, an out-and-out monster. Constantly disappearing and covering, constantly creating and breaking up."

"Well, I know."

"I deliberately use this to torture people, forcing them to understand the thinking that only belongs to me. I know that no one can understand this city. But I hope that someone can spend a lifetime being tortured and attracted in it, or enter the city.

The person who dreams of this will later 'suffer from an ideal form of insomnia'."

"Well, I know."

Perhaps Beihara and Feng's attitude was too bland. Joyce raised his head and glanced at him, seeming to think that this man's attitude seemed a bit perfunctory.

"Huh? I just remembered a book, a very interesting book."

Beihara and Feng looked at the person in their arms, smiled and rubbed each other's hair, their fingers buried in Haruhi's green hair, with a soft sense of reminiscence in their voices.

It seemed that the thing he was lifting was an object softer than silk and moonlight, a book shaped from the gauze of dreams.

"The author of that book is very interesting. He wrote a book outside of literature, and claimed that it would one day become a work within literature... But until the end, no one understood it. Maybe no one will

Understand.”

The traveler's voice seemed low and gentle, lost in the brilliant and silent sound of the universe.

When he looked at the city, he felt like he was seeing the three-dimensional Joyce, the Dublin that the writer created with his stunning writing style.

And his "Ulysses", and his "Finnegan's Wake", and all his books that I can't understand no matter how many times I read them.

This is the secret that belongs only to James Joyce. The genius expressed his thinking and world in his own way, but no one can understand him and his miracles.

It's like humans have no way of understanding the language of celestial bodies, and no way of understanding the loneliness in which they stare at each other across countless light-years.

"That will certainly be an interesting book."

After hearing what the traveler said, Joyce thought for a while, and then said with a smile: "But I shouldn't be interested in it. After all, I won't fall into the same trap. When he was writing this book

In addition to the desire for expression, there must also be some torturous bad taste."

"It sounds like there's really no way to refute it."

Beihara and Feng blinked, couldn't help laughing, and replied.

"So let's continue the previous topic. I..."

The Transcendent's voice paused suddenly. Then, he turned his head and looked outside. His blurred vision seemed to catch a shadow of something, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Let's go ride the roller coaster and the carousel! Kitahara!"

He shouted in a happy voice, and before Kitahara and Feng could react, he made the comet change its direction, and flew towards a cluster of comets not far away with a light laughter.

"Wait, what roller coaster?"

"It's a roller coaster that uses comets as carriages - don't worry, although there is no track, it is controlled by the traction of stars. It is absolutely exciting and safe, and you can ride the rapids by rushing into the turbulence of time and space!"

The final result was that the two people successfully boarded the last roller coaster, and then flew back and forth on a comet between high-rise buildings amid Joyce's unilateral shouting, knocking many people away with their menacing attitude along the way.

little meteor.

Of course, a lot of stardust was scattered, but Joyce insisted that this was an Easter egg: because the stardust was so beautiful after being scattered that it looked like fireworks belonging to the universe.

"This is my first time riding a roller coaster."

Kitahara and Feng squinted their eyes, feeling the howling wind, or ion turbulence, and glanced at the brilliant red arc of light on the side of the comet due to the high speed, their eyes seemed a little helpless: "I didn't expect it.

So exciting.”

"But it's fun, isn't it! Oh, by the way, let's see... we're about to hit a black hole, Kitahara!"

"?"

"It's okay, I was spit out by the white hole soon, and this is just a dream, don't be so nervous. Really."

Then the comet crashed into the black hole, trailing a brilliant red light, as if a dazzling bonfire was lit in this city of stars.

Then it was spat out of the white hole with a bang and hit the starting point of the roller coaster.

The two people, who had not yet recovered from the dizziness of the black hole, looked at each other for a while, and finally burst into laughter.

In this city where time and space are overlapping and chaotic, they traveled through countless overlapping time and space, passed through nebulae and asteroid belts, and passed through black holes in the universe - although it felt like they had entered a washing machine and finally returned.

"Actually, I have a friend who would definitely like it here."

Kitahara and Kaede laughed for a while before they stopped, got off the roller coaster, and said in an emotional tone.

"Eh? Then can you introduce him to play with me?"

Joyce held his head, which was not much better, and asked curiously: "Do you really like it?"

"No, he went back to his home on the stars. But if this city is preserved long enough, maybe we can wait until the child comes back to visit. But he must like it very much."

"Ah, that's a pity."

Joyce held his head and felt a hangover headache.

His solution to this problem was to become even more hungover.
Chapter completed!