他们遭到了一场极其恐怖的袭击。

一个人的袭击。

一个无论怎么用源石技艺轰炸，怎么用箭矢射击，怎么用刀砍，用斧剁，都不会倒下之人的袭击。

唯一活着的那人正是切斯隆-莱斯利索，他从尸堆中爬起，他从火光中走出，他望着朦胧的月色，大脑一片空白。

他不记得任何事情了，他不记得这些人是怎么死的，他也不记得自己为什么要杀人，他甚至忘记了自己是谁，他唯一记得……

自己是一名歌者。

"Today when persimmons ripen

Today when fox-kits e out of their den into snow

Today when the spotted egg releases its wren song

Today when the maple sets down its red leaves

Today when windows keep their promise to open

Today when fire keeps its promise to warm

Today when someone you love has died

小主，

or someone you never met has died

Today when someone you love has been born

or someone you will not meet has been born

Today when rain leaps to the waiting of roots in their dryness

Today when starlight bends to the roofs of the hungry and tired

Today when someone sits long inside his last sorrow

Today when someone steps into the heat of her first embrace

Today, let this light bless you

With these friends let it bless you

With snow-scent and lavender bless you

Let the vow of this day keep itself wildly and wholly

Spoken and silent, surprise you inside your ears

Sleeping and waking, unfold itself inside your eyes

Let its fierceness and tenderness hold you

Let its vastness be undisguised in all your days"

噗——

“迷迭香，睡了吗？”

……

“看来是的。”

“其实……你不该听这个故事，它并不助眠，但……”

“看来我的思考有误。”

“晚安了，做个好梦。”