When you walked into the bedroom, you smelled a light fragrance. Maggie sat by the bed, somehow interested in fiddling with the brass censer.

The curling smoke from the agarwood blurred her outline, soft as a dream. You walked over gently and tucked her fallen hair behind her ear. She looked up at you, and her glass-like eyes seemed to be filled with shallow affection that she wanted to speak of but couldn’t.

This must be a beautiful dream. You kissed her red lips, tasted a moving fragrance like sweet fine wine. You were intoxicated with this long-lost tenderness, unable to think of any peculiarity.

Just sleep like this. Forget about the indifference, suspicion, and resentment that had long been entrenched between you, the things that cruelly exhausted all the trust and love. Let it take you back to those youthful years, where endless loving words filled every kiss's gap. Back then, you couldn't imagine you would come to such a sad end...

No, don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don’t let the poison in the cup, the dagger under the silk, show itself. Don’t let this rare tender night cool again. Let it all be a dream. Death is but an eternal sleep, and tears and blood share the same temperature. You embraced the hazy illusion and deeply sank into the dream.

Result:

• Global Counter (7200002): Assign 1

Action:

• Ending: Eternal Slumber