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The emptied teacup will forever remain that way, and yet untiringly, with the spoon held in that hand you pretend to stir it. You mentioned that to me once.

"I hate the mornings." like something of a catchphrase, Ms Afternoon, when it comes down to it even this sarcastic nickname seems fitting for you who can't bear to be alone, frightened of lonely mornings.

Whatever happened? Passing it by with an air of innocence that kind of everyday routine… turns into knives, coming down like the rain, slaughtering us. Something like sorrow, or pain, or your tears, I'll scoop them up You laugh So then I wonder, is that not good enough?

I guess it wasn't good enough huh…

Saying "there's no way I wouldn't be hurting, right?" saying "but I'll try not to care about it," Perhaps reflected in your eyes, everyone appears to be satisfied, right? Perhaps…, you see me that way as well.

That empty cup can always be filled. If not me, then another someone For just the two of them, their time continues to pass on, sarcasm has long expired, and even this bitter night will soon come to an end.

Supposing that even this substitutional love is good enough These emotions that have filled my heart to the brim turn into knives, coming down like the rain, and piercing into this body.

Even that will never come true The paths will never intersect The both of our feelings, today too…

Whatever happened? Passing it by with an air of innocence that kind of everyday routine… turns into knives, coming down like the rain, slaughtering us. Something like sorrow, or pain, or your tears, I'll scoop them up You laugh So then I wonder, is that not good enough?

Hey, how about it? This lovely moment. In this vigorous battle, exchanging glances Just forget it, shoot it to death already, wonder, the intercession of rotten through congratulations and condolences. At this point you don't have to speak anymore, give it up! lol I'm going off on a tangent, you know say? And yet I'm still constantly raripappa

What else could it be? I can't waste all this love I've been pouring out, What a sad story it surely must be Cut through it, connect it, it's deteriorated Today's song of support, too, try as you might, unsatisfyingly, uneasily, unpleasantly, "it's painful~🥲", it's turned into this

Ahh, you don't understand, you really don't understand a thing, so things like impatience, things like rage, you've never had a single thing to worry about, right? Fuck off, if you'd look on your back its been written "inferior"!

In the night that I cowered and fell to my knees, I want to impose that "this sucked!" Ahh! Those choices, anything and everything from those days, all of its colours are fading away. Even if it eventually becomes tiresomely irritating, I wonder if I'll be able to reach out to you. So that's why continually, on and on, I laughed and charmed this present moment, as far as the night of the blue, blue climax.

The corner of this world has curled up At this rate I'll never meet anyone, so I'm crying. For example, the manner in which we still can't grasp at anything, even the prayers fluttering about, even that extreme pride Aah... I get it, but…

First of all, rise above the decapitation, and sing praises of how the shittiness of this world might be a danger Sing it. Getting higher than the highest, If you seriously try piercing right through everything surrounding you… You're seeing this weeping face, aren't you? You think it's so funny, don't you? Since this is how the world works!? This is the crystallisation of everyone selfishly doing as they please, thinking they're special!

Above all, the taste of nectar is human misfortune I'm not speaking of tall tales and metaphors I am an inhuman that hunts and devours hearts A lowly commonplace deity My staple food is the "sorrow" of people I haunt them at random till they grow fattened So I could fill my belly, without having to watch them suffer.

Accidentally, I happen to catch sight of their eyes as they prayed The expression that clings to their faces is…

Things that are easy don't exist in any world. I'm placing down these chopsticks that I can't seem to split even now, no matter how hard I try. I just have to make my escape before the wax melts through the immorality and the indescribable expression on this kids face You over there, who are listening to this, won't you tell me what you would have done?

ah hiiya parappa tururu pa pa tu parappa

He warns me that this is just the way it is I'm spoken ill of for having not realised He's also an inhuman that hunts and devours hearts He doesn't carry an ounce of guilt, like something living… that loud voice laughs off my troubles. "You… humans are just livestock aren't they? What are you doing getting all emotional?"

I get it now I'm the strange one The heart is an ever changing thing, isn't it? I hope today won't continue on for forever

[ The emotion that arises in situations beyond one's control, such as the loss of a loved one, is known as grief. This emotion flares rapidly and ends in a short period of time, and is therefore comparatively easy to obtain and provides a large amount of energy. For this reason, it is widely acknowledged as our staple food. We are imprinted with wax. Biologically we are classified under the bipedal family of gods, characterised by the two large candles carried on our heads. It feeds primarily on the emotions of human beings, who are the only lower life form of this world believed to possess emotions. It is also known that the personality of the person is determined by the positive and negative emotions one has ingested to date. Additionally, due to the fact we do not carry out reproduction, we therefore do not have a gender. This is a characteristic that distinguishes us from other families of gods, and is the most major subject of research regarding our ecology.]

No matter what I say, in the end I'm still hungry I'm standing on top of someone else's misfortune So that I never forget

The mayday the humans call out for, it's entirely my fault. The least I could do is to not forget that. There's no way for me to repay them, huh…

My very own shoddy, one sided love for people I now understand the reason people pray. Little by little, I'm coming to terms with being inhuman Since it's something hopeless, I'll have to face it eventually no matter what. l eat, understanding the reasons for my sorrow You over there, who are listening to this With all my suffering, won't you please grant me forgiveness?

AHUB's self cover can be found here.

Rustle rustle, clunk, clang pitter patter, bounce, roll The tiny little protagonist comes into view It seems this is the so-called hero? Persistently, persistently, and now, a major transformation! Today for sure, we'll dispel that stigma So how about it? Put on your best clothes and join them!

It felt like a new point of view It felt like I knew there was no other choice It can't be helped, I have to save you all! This is precisely our lifelong desire! Heroism that is out of fashion nowadays is just cobbled together The self-sacrifice I so longed for tosses them into the grave

Ahh, me too! Kamen Rider, Ultraman, Avengers and the Dark Knight Of course, those who are true heroes spare no effort working themselves to the dust

Mistakes and quarrels and sorrows and contempts and betrayals and sympathy and pain and anguish, farewells and regrets and disgraces and the ever mounting fear, acceptance and with all you yearn for, Overcome it all! Ultra C!

[The condition of an absolute hero. That is to have the last laugh. That is to use your own power for the sake of the weak. No matter how miserable, how bitter, how angry you are, don't let it get the best of you. They save others for no reason, troubled by that power allowing them to thwart evil. For that reason, let's put on a bold front today. We might not have great power, but we shoulder great responsibility.]

Kamen Rider, Ultraman, Avengers and the Dark Knight Those shoulders that look lonely sometimes, it looks kinda cool too. Kamen Rider, Ultraman, Avengers and the Dark Knight The commonplace heroism of this world, they're all more or less the same Kamen Rider, Ultraman, Avengers and the Dark Knight If I don't do it, then who will? They must be all long gone by now.

Mistakes and quarrels and sorrows, I'm done with all that. Surely they were as well Are you just going to give up on what you can't achieve? That's something you just can't do Obtain it all in your hands, Ultra C

That's right! Even solutions, even tranquility, even joy, even honour, even peace, even admiration, receive them all As you drag your beautifully tattered soles and body along, laugh detachedly The big transformation everyone has grown to love, let's continue on! The unwieldy things you have, for the sake of protecting it all, Ultra C!

AHUB's self cover can be found here.

[TO YOU THE ONLY PERSON WHO CAN COMFORT YOU IS YOURSELF. UNTIL YOU REALISE THIS, YOU WILL PROBABLY LIVE A HARD AND PAINFUL LIFE. PLEASE NOTICE ME SOON. MY NAME IS NEMO. I'M THE SUBMARINE THAT CAN SAVE YOU FROM YOUR SUFFERING. FROM YOUR OTHER SELF.]

Won't you laugh so hard your stomach hurts? Let's get even with this pain, shall we?

Unending reflections come along just when you've forgotten about them In this age growing oversensitive We seek out the right solution

"That's right. If you want to be thickheaded then fill the cavity of that heart with something that does not reverberate." I, who was empty, felt every painful thing as a fatal wound. In my hollow heart, it resonated fully.

No matter how much I crammed in somebody else's words, it remained unfilled At this point, if it's mine, it doesn't matter anymore so I filled it with pain

Suddenly, it all turned so boring Anything and everything was twisted in pain Just like that, it all became loathsome I realised the contrivance of happiness I feigned ignorance of those already impossible dreams, and buried it deep down

Won't you laugh so hard your stomach hurts? Let's get even with this pain, shall we? See, won't you laugh at this pitiful me now Hey, haven't I said it already? Inferior sympathy, there's no need for it! It's just painful, that's why it's repulsive So then won't you just laugh?

Forcing a smile even in places where no one is watching Even in front of the mirror gesturing foolishly

That's why I don't even have the leisure to be bothered by this pain I'm exhausted by these days just passing by On the verge of disappearing somewhere, my final identity I'm pleading, just bestow it on me, kick it Setting envious eyes on the liberal freaky The smile that clings to me is amazing! Haha!

Not wanting solitude or separation any longer, in hopes that giving up what I can might result in peace, I clung to that smile

I seriously feel like an idiot I pulled away from anything and everything Just like that, I become hollow Desolate thoughts soaked into me Before I even noticed, the texture peeled off my face

Yeah, of course I'm deathly afraid Until the end of my life "it's only been painful," I can't help but think of it that way

Things I felt I would never do, I got used to actually doing what I put into words, I grew envious seeing someone so straightforward It can't be put into words

In this universe that hurts this much, how could there not be even a sliver of salvation? In the twilight I thought I was losing my mind in, I suddenly realised I wasn't trying to be saved

How much cynicism did I fling at myself? I've just been ignoring it The "me" that I want to admit to myself

Ugh, isn't this insane? Oh, it's so idiotic I accepted the me that was hidden away I've always been here Don't say that there was nothing! I don't care if even by force, I realised my feelings today If I praise myself gently I might begin to like myself just a little! My hollow heart, might somehow be filled with love.

AHUB's self cover can be found here.

XXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXX

A reply (sound) swallows up countless dioramas On the glittering planet the persuaded heart forgets how to even strip words away, captured by the gunfire and whatnot paddling through the darkness of the moon Divulge the fantasy, defy the voice

Fact or fiction, no one knows what goes beyond Fact or ficccccccc

A reply (sound) makes the seamless bonds tremble A fortress of engraved thoughts The verse awaits him, forgetting even his name snatched away by the meteors and tears concealing this glass heart Divulge the fantasy, defy the voice

Fact or fiction

no one knows what goes beyond

XXXXXXXXX (What was spelled out, it was beyond our civilization's ability to understand) XXXXXXXXX (What was spelled out, it was beyond our civilization's ability to understand)

Civilization and mystery pulsates in this circuit A bouquet for a transparent monster― Swallow up the stars! Spitting out the poison of dreams in the cloister Until the festival of resurection is torn to shreds, crawl through the heavens, in the night!

A darkness enough to block out your vision, Yet the more you can't see, the more it glitters Every time I forgot to take a breath I felt the sensation of being so alive

Dreams might just remain as dreams But this pulsing heartbeat is not a dream Even if the morning sun pries open my eyelids It's pounding will continue to resound unendingly

Deliver it! Hold the sacred flame of your heart up high, Illuminate the hopes of another dimension Darkness and light, turn it inside out With your full throttle soul

Every time I became captivated with a perfected outcome I trapped myself in the shackles of certainty Let's cover our eyes, it's best we're unable to see Towards the galaxy that is known as myself

Dreams take just 0 tenths of a second to spark into miracles, as if in a dream The greatest luminosity in the history of the whole world Continues to glitter brightly once more

Deliver it! Hold the sacred flame of your heart up high, Illuminate the hopes of another dimension Darkness and light, turn it inside out With your full throttle soul

The light that sinks over the horizon From my scooped up palm It still spills out into ruin cold heartedly Unnoticed by the eyes and hearts of anyone, this day comes to an end My heart wavers with crimson

"That's right, that's right, I'll teach you of all that you don't know." This is a request, please don't dye us in that malice we didn't ask for!

It's fine to remain ignorant. What do you stand to gain from that kind of conduct? Ahh, tragically there's nothing that can be done, that's just out of my depth.

I refused to imagine it. Where is the compensation for that? Hey, don't over do it, take it slow and steady. And yet, there's just something holding me back.

With wrangled sorrow that swelled with love, I felt like I might know everything there is to know about this world. With this heart that remains backward and disorderly, let's plant the seeds of malice in this world.

"The things that we don't understand, let's just leave those as they are. To realise is painful, y'know?" confidently, confidently. "So then, bring on the mysterious and bizarre, regardless we'll be fucked one way or another." When you finally realise the limits of that kind of strength, You'll understand the value of knowing.

You'll understand the value of knowing.

Is this life a tragedy? Is this life a comedy? Without even knowing those kinds of things, I've lived up to this point. I can't help but think "has everything i've been doing so far been a mistake?" and so on. You see? Realising these kinds of things is cruel.

If you're afraid, it's best to just say so. Everyone would feel afraid of change. Don't just avoid confronting it, just because you don't want to be denied. If you don't know, shall I teach you?

If you didn't know at all, is anything even missing right now? I was so far gone that I didn't even understand. Endlessly, endlessly. "So then, bring on the mysterious and bizarre, regardless we'll be fucked one way or another." It's one thing to be strong, and this is another entirely. A tragedy or a comedy, the answers been given. Everything up to now is not yet a mistake. When you realise this, you'll understand the value of knowing.

You'll understand the value of knowing.

I know who I was up until that point.

some notes about the characters from the illustrator ERA: their names are sharo (white), reron, and ribura (black), originating from the words "shut out", "rely on", and "liberation" respectively.

reron facts: his hands are big and warm when he holds your hand he won't wanna let go

sharo facts: sucks at making eye contact was cute when he was little

I stuffed all of the memories I couldn't throw away into a hollow cavity. Before I could deduce the right answer, I just sucked in a breath and locked it up. All the inedible colour tones I gazed at from outside the tank The night that cloaked my sentiments spilled over into the following days

Once more, Surely, as we are, we'll continue walking on, even if we can't see tomorrow Surely, as we are, we'll embrace it tight, even without knowing our feelings Even though the answer to that song is left unsolved

I invited all of the loneliness I can't escape from into my daydream. In the corner of the street drowning in muddy water, I was swimming through clouds. All the incomplete films I held up to the light that was outside my sorrow Newer and newer nights were scooped up from the morning bleached of deep emotions.

Once more, Surely, as we are, we'll continue walking on, even if it's not boiled all the way through Surely, as we are, we'll embrace it tight, even if theres no end to sensation All the while lost in the answer to that song.

Once more, Surely, as we are, We'll remain dancing in our dreams, even without sobering up Surely, as we are, Until the proof rings out, we'll be searching for "now".

Are you satisfied? I'm gonna ask you once again, are you satisfied? I'm nothing if not lacking Knowledge and income and looks and love, Ahh it's all tiresome, I don't have anything at all, so I just howled Then I thought… It would be good if I could boast of all the past I've created.

Uphold Quixote? That's worthless, a deluge of affectation I should have just gotten it over with and kicked the bucket But it turned out to be an unforeseen success. That kind of foolish tale of heroism, All of you who bathe in its reverence are idiots. Hey, hasn't it been simple up till now? So then, what was with all that agony? Aauh…

tettettettette, teretettettette

For us, this is nothing of concern, these personas whose disgraceful hearts are sealed with the mark of a hero, leaving the scapegoat to be burdened with responsibility. In my state of wanting to notice the risks piling up, the habitable zone I saw within the sphere of comfort is so narrow it's comical. Listening through the curtains, I heard the absence of sinners who vanished with just a taste of the defibrillator, the sound of trees composing themselves into asteroids! The diagram upon the desk that the tairo (1) saw in his dreams is a masochistically saturated ocean! The inspection of electric cables is carried out perfectly! It is widely known that 2x3 would be 7, but as you would know, the six of us operate as one. The mangled attempt that came to nothing was jested at, the hardness of the phosphophyllite escapes, reflecting onto the mirror glittering brightly!

Are you satisfied? I'm gonna ask you once again, are you satisfied? I'm nothing if not lacking Things like that which appear to be proper Hey, my brothers and sisters, it's about time for us to be going I'll be putting on the pretense of sanity today too And yet, we are still Quixote Ohh…

(1) tairo-- high ranking official in the Edo period government