This is a lonely and cold world. There is an endless ice field under your feet. The dark blue sea water is surging under the thick ice. There seem to be other things in the depths, but due to the obstruction of the ice, they can only knock on the cold surface weakly, mixing the strange friction sound into the cold wind.
The stars gathered into a galaxy that runs through the night sky, extending from one end of the horizon to the other, occupying the entire field of vision.
Lorenzo looked at the figure with his back to the full moon. Countless emotions surged in his heart, but in the end he could not say anything. He just stared at the man from a distance until he walked over to him and sat on the lonely bench.
"Don't you think this place is like some artist's absurd dream?"
He sat down casually. His worn windbreaker didn't look warm at all, but he seemed not to feel the cold and casually judged the world.
This is a world in the gap, existing between life and death. Everything is so desolate except for the two people at this moment.
"Probably... At least I think it's pretty good."
Lorenzo thought about it and sat back on the bench. The two of them faced the full moon rising below the horizon, feeling as relaxed as if they were sitting in the park watching wild dogs chasing squirrels.
"By the way, what should I call you now? Lorenzo or something? How is life in Old Dunling?"
The man smiled slightly.
"Lorenzo... To be honest, I don't like this feeling."
Lorenzo was too lazy to show any shyness or other emotions, and his whole body was cold.
"I know. After all, who knew you would actually give me this name in memory of me? You clearly intended to remember me by it, but you found out that the person you were supposed to remember was not dead yet."
"Ah, I know this feeling so well, I am ashamed to death!"
The men were so happy that they were discussing the matter from all angles.
But then everything calmed down. Lorenzo was not happy about this ridiculous joke. He took a deep breath, as if he was enduring heart-wrenching pain. His determined eyes were filled with sadness.
"I remember you were dead. I killed you with my own hands."
During the long silence, Lorenzo was the first to break the peace. He did not look at the man, but just stared straight ahead. The full moon was so huge and bright, as if it was rising from under the sea. The huge craters on the glowing surface were vaguely visible.
Lorenzo remembered what the astronomers said. They said that the craters were left behind by asteroid impacts, but in his opinion, they were just shriveled eye sockets. Perhaps there had once been huge pupils there, but they were dug out by an unknown force.
"Oh, oh, oh, if you hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten about it. You're really ruthless."
The man didn't care about Lorenzo's emotions at all, and spoke with a bit of joy. He lifted up his dark windbreaker, and his chest was covered with bloody bones without flesh and blood, as if it had been attacked by a zombie. All the organs and even the heart had been eaten away.
"How do I taste? I always think of myself as a vanilla cake type."
Like a salesman asking a customer if his meat is any good, a large part of Lorenzo's neurosis comes from this jerk.