The foster home system was born in year 452, enduring for 82 years, it took generations to build a black wall around each individual, fading their concepts of family, neighborhood, and blood ties, emphasizing the independence of the individual, turning everyone into lonely entities.

People would not accept any education beyond textbooks, no earnest teachings from blood or geographical ties; these earnest teachings, whether biased or rich in experience, would build a macro worldview during the staggering phase of life, making men emotional and complex organisms.

Fading such relationships of blood and geographic ties, emotional indifference, and numbness become inevitable.

The people of the Star of Art feel helpless and small facing the two behemoths of family and society, indifferent to the tragedies of other independent entities.

And now, this black wall has developed a small crack, a silent wind blew through the crack from the other side of the black wall onto people's skin.

For the first time, people felt the warmth in this wind.

...

In the Tree of Eternal Life club, great artists silently watched the blue-haired girl, someone started the applause: "Bravo, the courage of immature life is always worthy of praise."

"I am beginning to appreciate her."

Daphne approached Ventel and said: "How about that, I mentioned from the start that we needed someone brave enough to rush in recklessly?"

"Like Icarus flying towards the sun, knowing that his wax wings would melt, yet for the sake of breaking the status quo and helping more people escape Crete Island, the courage is admirable."

Ventel gazed at the girl on stage, his facial wrinkles grew more profound.

People sing praises of Icarus's courage, yet they also know the inevitable fate he faces.

The ending for the girl leaving this stage is bound to be tragic.

Because she exposed the truth, the family and Starry Gallery that jointly constructed this web of lies for so many years won't spare her, nor will the people deceived for so many years!

A beam of light shone into the iron tower, illuminating the filth within, and thus this beam of light became sinful.

One person woke those asleep in the gas chamber, making people face the cold and harsh reality once more, thus that person ought to be subjected to capital punishment.

She is destined not to be hailed as Arash or Siegfried by the people.

The Savior who saves mankind is ultimately killed by mankind on the crucifix of judgment.

...

Belvedere displayed a gloomy face without speaking, the dignitaries around him tacitly kept silent, fearing to incur the wrath of this old vampire or get implicated later.

"Do you still remember, the history of Star of Art's predecessor, Famas Religious Kingdom?" Tang Xin said.

"379 years ago, the people here were under the dark rule of the Famas Church, suffering from oppression and spiritual pressure, life was miserable."

"Until the first two major protagonists, Mickey Roquel stood out, advocating human-based philosophy, emphasizing the innovation of art and the importance of people's thinking, leading people to resist the oppression of the Church, joining forces with companies to launch a company church war against the Famas Religious Kingdom."

"After 32 years of war, Famas people's thoughts got liberated, and this city was officially renamed the Star of Art."

"Before this, for the nobles in the Church, the lives of people living here were more inferior than livestock, tethered to stakes like cattle and sheep, those who dared to challenge the authority of the Church would be sliced of their tongues and burnt alive on the gallows."

"During that period, the Church promulgated a policy, declaring the people's loyalty to the Church, every month they must surrender a part of their body, sent by the priests to the Church for baptism, pretentiously claiming to cleanse them of their sins, let their filthy spirits ascend, so in the next life, they can be reborn as rights-bearing nobles."

"At that time, people competed to show loyalty, some offered their nails, some shaved their heads clean, some cut off their ears, handing bloody body parts to those missionaries just to prove to the Church they weren't outcasts..."

Upon hearing the girl's words, initially unmoved, the faces of the dignitaries showed a look of panic, someone stood up loudly rebuking:

"Sevia, do you know what you're saying now?"

"By saying these words, do you think you'll be lifted high by the people!"

"No one will catch you; you'll just shatter into pieces, die without a trace!"

"Sevia, are you mad! Hasn't the Lindong family taught you what can be said and what cannot be said?"

Listening to the panicked words of the dignitaries, Tang Xin smiled faintly.

She long gave up all possibilities of living,

Death to her no longer holds fear, she is surrounded by void before and after, she has already ignited herself, what's there to fear?

Threats to her family, affecting all her close ones?

But she too is one of the lonely people in this city, all her close ones have been deeply buried beneath ice.

What else... is there for her to regret?

Tang Xin's hand slowly reached up into the air, towards the pale light, the silent storm had long consumed her, invisible water stains drenched her long hair sliding down her face, she saw a wisp of golden hair seemingly holding a pair of invisible hands, her figure inevitably poised to fall.

The girl gave up all hope of living, choosing to taste a grand failure.

"What difference is there between what's happening now in Star of Art and a hundred years ago?"

The girl's words echoed like thunder, exploding in everyone's hearts, every eye behind the curtain trembles.

"The monthly routine assessment system, people to show their loyalty, submit artworks more exquisite than those around them, to prove to society they're not outcasts."

Tang Xin's eyes slightly closed.

"Even if it means cutting off their ears, harming themselves, to please the Church and the nobles."

"Even if enduring pain, being mentally shackled, always under oppression."

"Still willing to abandon thinking, imprison the soul yearning to escape within a numb body."

"Waiting for someone else to redeem you."

"But this time, no Savior will appear to save you."

"How pathetic it is."

Upon hearing these words, everyone's hearts skipped a beat; within the Tree of Eternal Life club, great artists stared at each other dumbfoundedly.

"Alright, I take back what I said earlier, she's not Icarus flying to the sun, but Alonso Quixano, that fool charging towards windmills!"

"Forget it, she's already beyond saving."

"People will not spare her."

Great artists continued gathering their things, intending to leave the room and find ways to dissociate themselves from the girl post-event.

In the grand theater, subway stations, trams, every corner of the city, cold, angry, secretly insane eyes firmly fixed on the girl on stage, turning resentment into sharp spikes and sickles, fiercely piercing Tang Xin's body, shredding her wings.

Tang Xin's body faltered, her thoughts already plunged into a cold abyss. Upon saying these words, her fate leaves only one outcome, she never coveted anyone to save her.

So be it, she has already burned herself, it's time to face her fate.

The outcome of falling to death.

Like this, endlessly falling to the bottom, Tang Xin plunged into a Starry Garden, first smelling the fragrance of rose petals, then leaning against the soft grass. Opening her eyes, the entire sky of Stars fell into her gaze, tonight all the brilliant starlight focuses on her at this moment.

Strands of hair like blooming Dark Gold Rose, embraced and bloomed within the light spots cast by the light, amidst the tapestry of colors between two worlds, long lashes blink, those amber eyes shine with clear light, gently watching her.

The one stood beside her, raising her right hand high:

"Tonight's performance,"

"Has not yet reached the curtain drop!"

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