Sanity is a potato , and insanity is when the potato starts to sprout. Hysteria , the best word to describe this wet , rotten leaves covered town. Some individuals are hitting their head to ground , some less insane shoveled their eyes out and feasts on it , but there is one thing in common - reapeating the last thing they heard or said.

Noone expected an abnormality to do this much danger , but Nameless saw it , when everyone closed their eyes and almost didn't open it again. Their battle did end swiftly , but there is one thing it said...or showed that only she saw. Before the death of that faceless thing...it merged its flesh and bones , if it can be seen than way , with some kind of animate metal sprout. And right before Nameless swung her blade , it said:

''The sky....it breaks... ''he'' will laugh till the end....the dreaming and drunk one.''

The thing's words matches up with the knowlege of that unworldlyness and sanity devouring thing sealed inside her. Nameless shuffles throught the tides of memories , but none of them ever mentioned about it. Prehaps , it is time to find an old friend , but not now.

.........

''Now the nut house has job to do'' Josh said to himself.

Sentence after sentence , the group of seven finally reaches the rust flavoured , empty dock.

''Shit the aircraft flown away , those soft tomatoe''

''Captain , i can use my realm arts'' Three suggests.

''No need , save your strenghts''

''I didn't ask for premision''

The cloth made snake crawls up everyones feet , up to their abdomen and even reaching their eyes , covering up their vision and breath.

''Three you bastard , im dying!''

Air , Seven chokes on it.

''Wuear ..... where are we?''

''Coast dome''Answers Josh

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''Aaaaaaand i am sorrounded by messangers'' Says Suiming

Ring of weapons points at Suiming.

''Knew this would happen''

''He is coming with me for mission report'' Josh breaks into the crowd

One of the messanger speaks up. It is hard to hear him throught the face covering mask.

''Mr Josh , what happens to your teammate?''

''Returned to the night sky''

Without a word Suiming leads Josh to a small resturant with rusty sign , illuminated with light bubbling now and then , suprisingly others other are also here.

''Captian , in case you wonder , i-''

''No need to explain , your face is pale as this plate.''

''Mr Josh , if i left Euth and come back , would i get in trouble?'' Acryl asks.

''No , mot really , as long as noone notices.''

Suiming carefully avoids the lines on the floor and freezes his body next to Nameless seat.

''You are finally having lunch?'' Suiming asks.

A page flips on Nameleses book , she closes the cover and reopens it. Her pale fingers that still has the trace holding a sword , combs through her white hair.

"Beofre you ask , I am not going to pay for your food."

''Aww since when you have such bad impression of me?''

''You should know how unpredictable you are.''

''And you didn't predict that i acctually have money.''

''Then why did you avoid buying ticket?''

''Be..because , they can't do anything if i ran away''

The breath of Nameless paints a small circle on the window , after Suiming finish his sentence , the circle expands a bit. She looks outside , to the empty leave blowing street that is filled with nothing but wind and dust.

A foorstep comes closer and closer , Nameless could smell the aromath of the food. The waiter puts the steaming dish onto the table , warmth coming out of the well cooked meat wants to join the circle on window , but like life , they faded away tracelessly. Nameless didn't pick up the fork , she thanked the waiter and continued flipping the book's page.

"If you want a snack after your meal, just give Neon a call."

Suiming stands up and puts his hand into his pocket. His fingers moving around , trying to find the coldness of coins. He walks up to the counter and asks for a menu. The menu is simple and clean as minimalistic painting , like a white box decorated with black flowers. Not a single word is wasted , Suiming moves his eyes up and down , looking for the smallest number on the menu.

''One bowl of vegetable soup and kvass please.'' he orders.

''That would be... four in total.''

The metal is warmed in Suiming's hand , he carefully identifies the numbers of smaller , darker coins and the streams of numbers flow through his head. Noone would see or know an abnormality that crawled through the disasters after disasters , lived for ceturies after centuries , is here counting the smallest unit of money possible. His monocle reflects the small coins getting shifted in his palm.

Suiming doesn't know which Existence to thank. He walks back to Nameless' seat and waits for his food to come.

''Suiming , do you know where to find the Barricade of Death?'' Nameless answers.

''Who?''

''I'll go ask the members of brotherhood then.''

''I can ask folks from Blue Box then.'' Suiming suggests.

''No need.''