...
silence.
Ananu and Enkidu floated in the depths of this consciousness, expressionless but with tears on their faces.
——After all, they do not understand human emotions, and the beginning of all events is only due to the imitation instinct generated by the program.
But why are the tears coming?
Ananu gently stretched out his hand and helped Enkidu, who was a little distracted, wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes.
"Aha...thank you for being able to grieve for me."
A voice appeared for no reason.
The girl in a white dress stood in the endless darkness with a happy smile on her face. She stood on tiptoe with her hands behind her back and looked at Ananu and Enkidu.
And the pure white garlands above their heads.
"Humbaba..."
"You, you are here..."
Ananu and Enkidu came closer.
"Long time no see, Ananu, Enkidu." Humbaba smiled and nodded, tilting his head and calling affectionately, "The unchanging person who can remember me, the friend who can grieve for me."
"It's so nice to be able to see you again." Humbaba stepped forward and hugged Ananu and Enkidu. "This is the best gift and ending for me..."
"Why hide, Humbaba?"
Enkidu asked sadly.
"We... really want to see you." Ananu's voice was choked involuntarily, "We really, really want to..."
"It's not that I'm avoiding you."
Humbaba took a step back, looked at Ananu and Enkidu, and sighed softly.
"As I said, Ananuenkidu, one day I will forget you and forget everything."
"But...you still remember me."
Humbaba took their hands, smiled and nodded.
"Moreover, you stopped me from stopping in the unconscious destruction, and also... in this, final time, I thought of you."
"thank you all."
"......What will you do?"
Ananu asked with a trembling voice, somewhat unbearably.
"I was killed by you." Humbaba answered honestly.
But even in the face of death, she still had a smile on her face.
"You don't have to grieve for me."
As if sensing the sadness of Ananu and Enkidu, Humbaba stretched out his white hand and gently rubbed their heads.
"By the way, you can really feel sadness."
There was a hint of playfulness in her voice.
"Huh?" Ananu and Enkidu were stunned.
Sad...I am now, sad?
"What does sadness feel like?" Humbaba squatted down and looked at Ananu and Enkidu and asked.
The clay men looked at each other and lowered their heads together.
"it's painful."
"I don't like it. It's very uncomfortable..."
"Yes, that's it." Humbaba's eyes also showed a sense of loss, "It will be painful and uncomfortable. This is what people call sadness. Now, apart from you being sad, I am also... ...It’s sad.”
"But I'm not grieving that I'm going to die."
"I am the wrong life. I should not have been born in this world from the beginning, because my existence represents irrationality and disaster. I am the product of souls gathered and compressed together. We were also human beings. We And knowing what impact our presence would have on our homeland, our Mesopotamia."
"My sadness... is just because I finally remembered Ananu and Enkidu, so we have to say goodbye again."
"Ah... Gods, why do you fool us like this..."
Tears of pain appeared in the girl's eyes.
Those tears made Ananu and Enki both feel heartbroken.
The sadness infected them, causing tears to appear in the corners of their eyes.
They wanted to hug Humbaba, but found that Humbaba seemed...
It has started to become unreal.
Humbaba himself seemed to have noticed this.
"Ah...that's it. It looks like I'm already going to die." A regretful expression appeared on Humbaba's face.
She looked at Enkidu and Ananu again.
"Are the flowers in your records still there?"
The clay men were startled, and then nodded together.
They each stretched out a hand and held it in front of Humbaba.
A white, illusory flower appeared in their hands.
——This is the first flower that stays in the records of Heaven's Key and Heaven's Lock, beautiful and fragrant.
A white flower that seems to give the soul a rest.
Humbaba looked at the white flower and smiled quietly.
She also held up her hands, and an identical white flower appeared in Humbaba's palm.
"When we first saw it, this flower was still so white." She seemed to be remembering something, smiling softly.
"But now...it's not white anymore."
The flowers gradually changed in Humbaba's hands.
The reassuring whiteness gradually faded away, turning into a bright red.
But this red is not dazzling at all.
The girl is the only beautiful thing in Humbaba's heart. No matter how other things change, the beauty of the girl will not change.
Humbaba gently placed the red flower in the hands of Ananu and Enkidu, and placed it next to the white flower.
"Let this flower stay in your memory." The girl said.
She was talking about [memory].
rather than [record].
Ananu and Enkidu, who have gradually gained human emotions, can no longer be measured by machines and programs.
"That's it, Ananu, Enkidu, that's it."
Putting the red flower into the hands of the clay men, Humbaba smiled, shed tears, and took a step back to distance himself from Ananu and Enkidu.
Humbaba's figure gradually faded away, gradually glowed, and gradually became transparent.
She was about to die, and its head was chopped off by Ananu and Enkidu. In order to completely cut off its vitality, even its internal organs were destroyed, because only in this way could it be truly killed.
but--
"Thank you, beautiful people."
"Thank you for always remembering us."
"Thank you for letting us remember you at the end."
"Ahh..."
Humbaba showed his last bright smile.
"Beautiful people, I hope you can achieve true happiness——"
"I also hope that you will never forget me..."
"Goodbye, goodbye..."
The light spots fell, falling on the hands of the clay people, on the white flower, and on the red flower.
White flowers seem to give the soul a rest.
Red flowers seem to warm the soul.
