(High score) A wonderful passage (about 2 minutes in length) suitable for speech in the novel "Seeking the Empty World".

In this way, I am alone again.

Lying in the hospital bed, I held my head, closed my eyes and was in a trance.

"My name ..."

Dry lips, so asked.

"Two kinds of instruments, types."

But that man is not here.

Because nothing has killed me in two years.

As the memory of Ryougi Shiki's life, all these are vivid. But so what? What is my memory of being dead and alive again?

The gap between these two years has completely cut off the connection between me before and me now.

I'm obviously Ryougi Shiki, not anyone but me, but ... I don't have a real feeling, it's my own memory of the past.

So I came back from the dead and watched the life of a man named Ryougi Shiki like a movie. I don't think I'm the star of that movie.

"It's exactly the same as the ghost reflected in the movie."

Bite my lips.

I don't understand myself.

Even if he is really Ryougi Shiki, he can't tell.

I can't help but wonder who I really am.

The body is empty as a cave. Not only the air, but also the wind seems to be able to pass through.

Although I don't know why, it seems that there is really a big hole in my chest.

It was extreme anxiety ... extreme loneliness.

The missing piece in the puzzle is the heart. I can't stand that gap because I am frivolous.

Too empty to find a reason to live.

"So ... what's going on?"

Although I asked, there was no way to solve it.

For this incredible thing ... I can't help feeling heartbroken anxiety and anxiety, but I don't feel any pain or sadness.

There is anxiety and pain.

But this is exactly what Ryougi Shiki has.

I have no feeling. I'm not interested even if I come back from the dead for two years.

It just exists here aimlessly.

I am alive, in a state of no real feeling.

Ah ... I haven't finished sending it ... I chose a few paragraphs and said ... the landlord gave it to the mailbox ... mailbox. ..