Why it never ends

After actually stepping through the originally locked door, Tasia completely lost the strength to act.She slid against the wall and sat in the corner of the corridor, trembling uncontrollably.

The bartender brought a cup of hot drink from elsewhere and handed it over, "Come on, drink some of this."

Tasia took it with both hands, "You...what's your name?"

"Putina."

"Thank you, Ms. Putina..."

"Why did you come down here?" Putinna asked, "This road is not suitable for a guest like you."

Just as Tasia was about to speak, she heard a burst of noisy footsteps heading towards the top floor.Tasia couldn't tell how many people were there, but she could feel that it was a large team...

Tasia turned her head slowly, all the voices came from behind the door she just stepped through.

"Don't be afraid." Putina reached out to her, "Come with me."

Just as Tasia was about to stand up, she lost her balance and fell down again. Even the glass in her hand fell to pieces.

"Sorry……"

Tasia looked at her ankle, only to realize that the sprain in the afternoon had swollen very high. She looked at the broken cup with some guilt, and wanted to pick up a few pieces of it.

"Don't touch, be careful of scratching."

Putina walked behind Tasia, hugged her shoulders and knees, and lifted her off the ground.

"To trouble you..."

"It's okay, here will also be inspected later, I'll take you to the shelter first."

After turning a corner, Tasia suddenly recognized this deck—this is not anywhere else, but the second deck where she visited in the afternoon. The once bustling venues are now empty, and only the corridors remain on the entire deck. Dim lighting.

As Putina advanced, Tasia felt that she was getting closer and closer to the place she had just been one afternoon.

"Excuse me, what is the temporary shelter here..."

"It's here."

Putina pushed open a door with her foot, and some pure white machines appeared in front of Tasia again—yes, she guessed right, it was here, Helen forced her to complete a certain appointment here this afternoon.

"If you feel scared for a while, you can turn on all the lights in the house." Putina said.

"...Do you want to go elsewhere?" Tasia held Putina's shoulders tightly, "Since it's not safe outside—"

"I have other work in the middle of the night. Don't be afraid, just stay here and nothing will happen."

"but--"

"Oh, you're very lucky," Putina looked at the lights in front of her, her expression suddenly brightened, "You're not the only guest here tonight...you don't have to stay up until dawn alone."

Entering the waiting room, Putina put Tasia on the chair against the wall, Tasia thanked again, she looked to the corner - there was a middle-aged man in a wheelchair, Tasia could only see her A little profile.

She was flipping through the albums on the display shelf by the window, without turning her head once.

"Okay, if there is something to do, press the help bell, and the crew on duty on this floor will come." Putina raised her hand to indicate the direction, "Is there anything else?"

"...No more, thank you."

"Hope you have a safe night."

The door was ajar again.

Tasia looked at the window again, and now she finally recognized the woman who was reading the picture book—the woman who read the picture book stood in the center of the stage with Hesta and the others on the night of the shootout at the Grace Theater , watching the accompanying little girl be executed by Chiba.

Although this person did not seem to be in distress afterwards, there were many times when Tasia's eyes passed by this person, she felt a little lonely.

Suddenly, a cat's tail hung down from the woman's knee, flicking left and right.

Tasia was taken aback: "This cat... is it yours?"

Anna turned her head, "Huh?"

"Oh, I saw this cat here this afternoon," Tasia said with a smile, "It... seems very human and intelligent."

Anna withdrew her gaze, "Animals don't understand human nature. People like to reflect their emotions on them."

Tasia was speechless, but suddenly felt that the expression of the person in front of her was a little familiar—the kind of indifference that she didn't want to say a word, reminded her of Chiba she met in the afternoon.

"But your cat is really smart," Tasia explained in a low voice. "When I was crying on the stairs in the afternoon, it even came to comfort me..."

There was silence in the waiting room, only the sound of Anna turning the pages.

Suddenly, Anna raised her head, but she didn't look at Tasia.

"...Should I ask why you are crying?"

"Uh," Tasia reacted for a moment, "well, because... at the time, um, I—a friend of mine—"

"...You don't have to force yourself." Anna murmured suddenly.

"It's not forced," Tasia sat upright, as if facing a strict tutor in her childhood, "I really want to talk to someone about the afternoon—"

"I'm talking about myself," Anna's eyes returned to the album in her hand, "I don't have to force you to ask, and I don't need to force you to listen."

"...I'm sorry." Tasia's voice lowered.

The room was quiet again.

Tasia looked at the flicking cat's tail. After a while, the tail retracted, and after a while, the cat's head poked out.

Tasia suddenly adjusted her posture. She leaned on the chair and stood up reluctantly, "...what are you looking at?"

"Photo Album."

"What is it about...?"

Tasia's voice dissipated in the air again, and she saw a huge flower bud that had been cut in half in the picture, and its entire internal structure - stalk, calyx, crown, stamen... were all exposed to the camera, tightly packed The petals overlap to form a thirty-degree angle, and the shape is like...

like a woman's...

Anna turned one page, and another.

The next few pictures were similar in style, and the picture after that turned into intertwined tree vines and roots. At first glance, they didn't look like dead plants at all, but looked like many pulling people.The roots and vines are inextricably entangled, like arms entangled and pulled by each other, intertwined bodies...

There are a few of these photos that Tasia once saw in her father's studio. When she was a child, her father did not allow her to enter his office, but she was very curious, so she had to take a look. As a result, her mother Just had a big fight with my father.The next day, my mother directly replaced those huge photos with coastal scenery.

Anna quickly flipped through the entire photo book, she closed the book, put it aside, and took out another one from the display shelf.

Tasia stepped forward to look at the cover. On the cover was a monastery back kitchen immersed in the afternoon sun. Some glass jars filled with water were scattered on the table. Between them, golden sunlight and water shadows formed There are two female silhouettes that seem to be dancing, and on the wall behind it, there are two solemn portraits of nuns.