Canto Cutie - Volume 2

Aren’t you dead?
I am, but not really. I live as a memory in the minds of everyone who
remembers.
The portal was quickly disrupted, no longer connecting the worlds together.
The parallel universe for the souls of the deceased had once again le! ANON to
face reality alone. There came a moment of disappointment but ANON was also
overwhelmed by the fact that somewhere, lightyears away perhaps, people
who were long gone were still there, with him. He wondered if it meant that
events were destined to happen. Perhaps there is a regularity in all life. Nothing
is coincidental. The breakdown of the city could have been an inevitable
process, a mobius loop that connected them to the new fantasy. If the Eyes
were meant to spy and the catastrophes were meant to happen... What would
be created to lead us through?
*Bang Bang*
ANON snapped out of his thoughts. The Eyes had initiated the cleansing
ceremony, there was no time for ANON to think about anything else. Red and
blue lights swirled around, aggressively taking over every inch of space
illuminated. The air expanded and compressed under the contrasting hues.
Apparently, the area was in lockdown. ANON must seek shelter before the Eyes
spot him. He must retain anon. Should ANON flee though? Could he possibly
stay? Would there be somewhere out there willing to accept him? Would there
be places without the Eyes? What if there’s nothing le! out there? Would he be
le! alone forever?
ANON chuckled in despair.
We might not live to see the future of the metropolis, and we might never reach
Utopia. We might struggle to trust each other, and we might struggle to stay
alive. In the end, regardless of the insurmountable fear and hopelessness, we
will overcome.
...The end.