Sleeping slate streets, and those ancient buildings standing in the long river of history. Even the brightest street lamps are only scattered in this deep and quiet night. Those noises in the daytime are like fading memories, which will not last long and are difficult to trace back.
This is the midnight of Draklin, even today, the most crowded and trivial league cycle. Occasionally, there are several windows that give out light, but the rest are only creatures that breathe in a deep sleep and blend into the surrounding environment.
The signal light that never stops changes to green, and Wispy is still running. Walk from the viaduct to the path beside the river, then swing back to the main road, stop briefly under the apartment building in the residential area, and then speed up to the central park in the city. This is the route he has taken for several days. It is difficult to clear up the time and he no longer feels sleepy. He can feel the change of his body, fatigue - more from the psychological, and then laxity.
Wispy, perhaps like many sports circles, enjoys singing and revelry on the court; But in his heart, he didn't want to miss such a lonely time. He will now recall those night running moments in Helarve in the past. The colder air will make people feel sharp awake when running. The century old coniferous forest he is familiar with will give out his breath with the wind. It's not like Draklin. It's too wet and "heavy" to comfort people from the bottom of their hearts.
However, in general, the city parks here are similar to those of Helarve. So Wispy will be used to slowing down its pace here. The huge green lawn is a good time for families to gather for a picnic in the daytime. The newly built mini playground is a good stage for teenagers to show their skills. From the bottom of his heart, Wispy can feel the vitality here, although he only has the ability to imagine now.
It's been a long time since he stopped, he knows. As time moves closer to the end of the season, Midnight Wisps will push himself to the last step. At the end of the season, he may be relieved, but that also means that endless disappointment comes to a halt.
Once upon a time, he was not as hesitant and melancholy as he is today. The sinking of midnight has made their captain a little breathless. Two ball games ended with zero points, and he was nailed to the most humiliating place. There is still a chance to play a game in the season. He had a long talk with coach Wyspy. Earlier today, they were not very happy.
From the bottom of my heart, Wispy wants to be on the stage and show their supporters what midnight should be like at the same time. This is what he needs to bring as a captain, but even he does not have absolute confidence - this last game is a stage for them. Wyspy saw the problem and told Wispy: If you are not ready, even if you are our captain, I will not let you on the stage.
This sounds decisive, even cruel, but Wispy blames himself for being angrier with their coach. What can I do? He asked himself that recently, Wispy made up for his sense of guilt by consuming himself as much as he could. The dull and negative emotions wrapped him in the shadow of no one to touch.
He found a bench and sat down. The sticky smell like barbecue sauce volatilized in the air. The fate of the loser, an idea in a whisper. He closed his eyes and imagined that he was deep in the endless dark forest. Only the forest was lit by sporadic glimmers, which were the ghost fire and their totem at midnight.
But will this become a reality? Wispy opened his eyes and found that he seemed to be in his imagination just now. The trees nearby confirmed what he had just thought. He can't wait to go and verify it, but he is worried about giving himself new expectations. This seemingly impossible illusion belongs to him alone. In the center of this city with tens of thousands of buildings, there is such a special corner with natural charm.
The glimmer comes from the fireflies that fall and rise on the leaves. The flickering fireflies make Wispy think they are more attractive and dazzling than the constellations in the sky. My quiet partner, can you hear my cry? Wispy said to himself. How did you enter my heart and comfort me?
The firefly, flapping its wings, tells the answer with the flashing of its tail. One of them stopped on Wispy for a long time. Hope and worry are intertwined, and become more and more huge. Time and space overlap, dreams finally stay, and the lost music is endless. Looking back at the end of the world, the road is still long and unknown.
Wispy adjusted his breathing to let the light on his body finally fall, then walked out of the forest and ran to his familiar path.
