Every war has its victim , everything could be a war. And no war has winners.

''How much will you sacrifice to get something? Your money?Your arms? Your legs ? Your vision , hearing , touch?''

''My name and my past''

''...........''

''This way Priestess'' the trader showed a way to the gate with his hands

The towering gate creaked , pulled out a way underground , ''Priestess'' walked down the light-eating staircase.

A step , another step , another one hundred , thousand steps , she reached the end of the endless staircase. In the end of it is a small room , like a cheapest apartment ,in the center of it is a small cage with countless talismans on it. Her finger laid on one of the talismans that is covered by unreadable twists and turns.

''You used talismans , an underground room , a barrier and constant ritual to keep this thing , now answer me , what is it?'' she said , tilting her head.

''A little piece of all life''

''A piece of the Moon of Nature? Isn’t that on the border of Siyue?''

''No, the origin of all existence ,Realm , and all universe''

The priestess' eyes opened wide , her amber iris earthquakes , she asked

''Is it the , no i shall not say its name''

''Its ok miss , you can say it , we gave that name to it anyways''

''The Paramount one , the piece of it'' even saying the title makes her hear the whispers from the above.

''Now it is yours''

The trader casted a spell , all of the talisman molt like snowflake , revealed whats under it , it is a dandelion coloured object , changing its shape every second , through the silence of underground , an ancient voice whispered in head of the priest , the trader , the brick , the wall , the air

fighting with the feeling that a entire town is shoved into your brain , the priest reached her hand

''I , abandon my past , my name , my memory to to gain power from you''

''Trader , will you accept my request?''

The priest looks at the trader , he died , or something even more horrible happened to him , his clothes , mask ,all merged into one point , into a ball , but she could feel that , feel that the trader still has consciousness , a consciousness of dead ones

…..

''Is this story a good one?'' the girl asks.

''Not good enough to make us believe it''

“You won’t like the other version of it.” she responds. Eyes looking away with its highlight blown away by the October wind.

In the middle of the half-cold wind singing dock , three young students block the way of an outlander.

The outsider dresses in yellow , as if she is an amber on the beach of Letland. The students’ eyes looking at her are unnaturally vein-filled , just like if they spent a week straight with no sleep.

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Weird enough , it is the end of autumn break right now.

''You asked for a story…if that’s what you want.''

“Outsider , you won’t go anywhere.”

Nameless sighs , she grabs the edge of her hooded coat , a few seagull feathers and crunchy leaves levitate as the yellow flows.

Nameless reappeared on a roof tile , she looked around like a child looking for seashells. If she remembered right , there should be a small , unnamed restaurant around the hills.

''You looking for something to eat?'' says a familiar voice.

Nameless turns back , she already knows who is there , the trouble attractor — Suiming.

He walks up the roof tiles , hand balancing his body. Slowly but steady climbs up.

''Let me guess , you jump off the aircraft to avoid document check'' she says.

''Haha khm , yes''

“And let me guess , you made another story to get out of trouble?’’ Suiming says.

Suiming’s sight wobbled away to a hill , he took out a small binocal. He sees that under the roof of a restaurant, a group of masked men are looking at him. they waved.

Suiming recognized one of them. Even with his mask , Suiming can still spot his student from the crowd.

“Nameless , what if , just a hypothesis , there are messengers from the Domes here.”

''Are they in the restaurant?’’

“Absolutely yes.”

''I'm just trying to get some food , why does it has to be so hard''

''Well , congrats''Suiming claps and slowly walks down the rooftop , almost slipping and losing one of his shoes.

''Where are you going.'' she asks.

''Nowhere , just umm something is on your back , it made your cloth dirty''

Nameless turns back , the masked man is standing there like a tree. His decoration-less depersonalizing mask that resembles those lightless seas looks at Nameless.

''Messenger , do you mind hide your trails?'' Nameless says calmly.

''We are just delivering a message , dear Priestess there is no need to cross swords, we are just ordinary messenger , fighting under the name of Starseeker.'' the messenger says , voice trembling like the autumn wind-blown trees.

“...stupid. Fighting for an Existence that is going to wake up at any moment.”

“Is the Letter-Writer really sure of his decision?” Nameless continues.

“And what is a message that’s worth a group of messengers to send?” she says , eyes looking at the back of the young messenger.

…..

Under the shadows of roofs and autumn breeze , Suiming stands next to him.

Suiming looks at the man he used to know. The former history teacher of Dome’s academy. And…his former colleague.

He is dressed in blue , just like the rest of messengers. Blue coat unbuttoned , edge of coat torn apart.

The only thing different is that his face isn’t masked , but the mist serves the same purpose.

“It was your idea, wasn't it?” Suiming asks.

“Even the aircraft was a part of it.”

The mist slightly moves. Suiming could tell it is nodding. And behind the gray is the almost wiped away memory face.

“Involve innocents in , snuck a hound on it.”

“I lost my dear collection because of you.” the man replies.

“Collection? You dare to call those horrors dear?If you are really that insane , you should quit your job and join those roaming mercenaries.” Suiming says , face full of disgust , topped with a deep frown.

“...don’t act like you can’t stab that knife in my neck , Sharded-Light.”

“I have a name , you bastard , the chamber should be ashamed to pick you as the Letter-Writer.”

“They should be throwing their hats to elect me. At least I made a change to this country.”

“Pfff , I'm surprised no one has assassinated you yet.”

“You could be the first one.”

“...I'd rather see you devoured by your own ‘change’.”

“I made contact with a Barricade recently ,she promised me a meeting , you wanna come?” Letter-Writer switches topic.

“Scram.” Suiming refuses as he walks back.