Three years ago , the Grand dome.

The easiest creativity is to destroy what was set.

That's the saying Acryl's teacher has been hanging around his mouth for years.

And now he packs his belongings and locks the door of his teacher's house that he has been living in since the start of his memory , it is the house that made Acryl from an ordinary orphan to the artist now. He covers up the hexagon marks on his skin and walks away with his friend-Neon.

Now it is a brand new page for the sketchbook of his life.

...

Now.

Nameless sits next to a vending machine on the remnant of her homeland , maybe she regretted not dying with the rest of civilization , maybe not , after all she can't bend the truth. She combs her white hair and puts on her windcoat , then she opens her eyes and snaps away from the memories.

Nameless looks up the aircraft that is heading to this town on the island near Euth , she lets the breeze howl against her face and takes another sip from the canned drink.

........

Standing in a dark, blurry space , this place is quite similar to Acryl, no in real life of course.

The same man reaches out, but his face is blurry--just like the past decade of his life.

''B..........c...''says the man reaching out to Acryl, his face blurry and unfamiliar. The man tried to say something. Even this dream continued to haunt Acryl throughout his life, he never understood what the man was trying to say, he tried various ways to make sense of this dream or get rid of it, but nothing ever worked out , it would be great if he wakes up from this weird and hyperelastic dream and sees the ceiling of the aircrafts cabinet.

''Wakey , wakey , sun's rising and there is no time for photosynthesis''

''Ought , Neon , how long do we have to go'' says Acryl

''Who is Neon ?''

Acryl opens his eyes ,what comes in it is the person who woke him up.He has a youthful appearance, but the feeling he gives off doesn't match his appearance; it's strange, yet familiar. He wears a suit decorated with stars and constellations.The monocle on his face is quite rare to see these days. Behind the monocle is a purple eye with a keyhole shaped pupil.

''Who are you?'' asks Acryl.

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''Suiming , Sui-ming''

''The hound , it wants your or mine life''

''Hold up , hold up , the what''

'''The hound , you’ve never heard of it? Not even from the…umm , scammers? ''

Acryl runs around in his head, he has few friends, the only ones he contacts are his childhood friend Neon and his teacher. Scammers , he did encounter some scammers when he just ended school.

The hound, what is that , some really big dog?

Suiming swipes his look on this young man , average height , a little pale skin , little dried acrylics blooms on his clothes.

Maybe the only thing that stands out is his grayish hair. There is no way a hound would put its paw onto this common guy.

“Alright , just follow me and you’ll be fine.”

Acryl doesn't like this feeling , not because he has to follow this stranger alone , but because he has to climb the stairs like he is a parasite in the gut of its host. It feels like the wall is squeezing him into a thin pancake he ate for breakfast.

''Feelin’ a little dizzy right?''

''Um yes mr Suiming''

''Haha , take it easy , i'm not that unapproachable''

''And i left my job as teaching a long time ago'' Suiming adds.

''You were a teacher?''

''Yes , that was forty years ago''

''Oh forgot to say , dizziness is common for humans to enter fold spacetime''

''Fold spacetime?''

''Yes , yes the fold spacetime , i'll explain later , just know that you may stay in hospital in weeks after this''

''And insurances won't help you''

Acryl’s face turns into a timeless rusted bronze statue.

Suiming spits out the joys in his gut , his laughter echoes the staircase. Like if he forgot that there is still an abnormality lurking around the aircraft.

''Look at your face , i was just joking , you'll just be fine , worst situation is that you disappeared for a few minute''

Word spitting and talking quickly turned off the nervousness and anxiety of Acryl’s mind , they walked the labyrinth staircase , talking about the Euthian dome where they both once lived , about Suiming's students-Josh and Tavia.

“Just curious , this aircraft is from the east to a small island in Euth , what is worth taking on this long trip?” Suiming asks.

“...it was to find…him” Acryl answers.

“Like a family member?”

“...sort of.”

As they talk , both know more about each other , mostly Acryl knows more about Suiming than Suiming knows more about him.

Eternity passes like a time of blink. Suiming steps onto the deck , the warped sunlight shines onto the surface of the vacuum-empty deck like a carpet welcoming their arrival.

''Wow , not gonna lie , this scene is like a painting of my teacher''

''Yeah just like the work of Canvas''

The eyeball of the lantern turns its direction towards the other side of the deck. Suiming looks to where the eye looks.