I finally wrote the very last line. The scenario for my new work is finished. It became a moment I’ll never forget. I can’t help but feel that I may never be able to write something like this again. I’m truly glad I was able to write this story. It contains everything I am. I don’t think it’s a word the writer themselves should use, but even so, I want to say it anyway: this is a major work. In terms of sheer volume, it surpasses The House in Fata Morgana. That said, length alone means nothing, so I cut away anything that felt redundant and poured my full attention into every single line. I’m excited to see how it will be received, and at the same time, I’m nervous. It’s a story that goes in a different direction from Fata Morgana. But if you trust my writing itself, I promise I won’t betray that trust. Please look forward to it.