- An ending -

No longer physically constrained by the passing time.
The ocularist finally managed to surpass the beauty of the stone eye;
Having plucked out and processed his only remaining organic part —— His very own eye.
"If this is the true essence of art,
What has become of humanity……?"
——Suddenly,he heard the door open.
As he looked over his shoulder,his remaing eye caught a glimpse of an intruder.
At the same moment,a bullet fired by the intruder shot out his life.
Upon entering the room, the situation was clear for her to see.
From his ruptured countenance,a flower of wires had bloomed.
"Why do we desire emotions?
Even through we have overcome — forbidden — such human weakness……"
She picked up the artificial eye in her iron hand.
"How lovely this rainbow eye is……"
Holding it,she turned back.
To a world where everyone has abandoned weakness——