So, I did.
In a moment I lost consciousness and then a familiar voice appeared in my head.
"You're here. I see. I'll be back next full moon."
“This is much more interesting than the moon. Why can't you recognize the value of free will?”
I recognize that voice. Isn't that me? I tried my best to make a sound, but I couldn't organize a word. There is only silence left in the sky, but the vast voids suggest that this communication is far from over.
I don't know how long it's been, even I think I've adapted to it, and I heard your singing. That voice is so low, full of pain and thoughts. At the same time, at the deeper end of the spectrum, I hear a growing conviction.
It's not over yet? I only used it twice, remember? I just didn't know who it was. If the communications of that night were not from the moon, how could they appear on the full moon? If it was me who heard the song, why did I come?
The third sound of late finally sounded.
"Hey, I'm Yachiyo."
“I remember I didn't have the ability to sleep for eight years, not to mention the unexpected discovery of a communication device that could change my life. What do you think?
"I've been through 8,000 years in a second, no matter how you get my communications, please stop making up these silly jokes."
The void is scattered.
