…Gone without a trace.
To the wind.
As if it were a spirit.
It was something else; it starts subtly, but it might be too urgently
late, yet left unbothered, going crazy.
Damen and Co█y [koh-ree], people thought they were a couple, but they
were just individuals.
Damen now dances like the Asian guy who moved to America.
Co█y does not seem to care. Damen doesn't even know who Co█y is.
Co█y, who has exhausted all the sanity in the mind’s possession, does
not know Damen-Fung either.
And yet, it was virtually impossible to prove the disconnection.
If one day, Co█y were now the person in America, even though there were
no dancing powers in Co█y' s possession.
It's quite a day, men. -Co█y. People would always draw the two of them
together on the whiteboard.
They are in “China”; “China” meaning unoriginal here.
The gas from Co█y’s perfume flickered, casting ominous shadows onto
Damen's face.
He sat over there, dreaming about other Asian boys.
He has been trying to remember who ACTUALLY was Co█y. It was a phantom
limb, a painful absence of support, yet people think they are in one of
the best relationships known to dei men. Dei-Chinese-men 方法.
Damen was losing control, dancing in circles without any sense of
direction.
Co█y, now a spirit in Damen's mind, swallowed Damen's soul (not
literally) until it affected him greatly. Was it all people knew of
him?
There was no correlation, there was no causation, yet everyone thought
that was it!
Co█y, still trying to realise the situation… And the lack of control
there was…
A Distortion of two different minds.
The only commonality was that they were both people of mankind, and yet,
somehow, it signaled the beginning of something equally strange and
incomprehensible. The abnormalities persisted; however, the two
spiritually went nowhere… Their bodies merely existed in the world. Dam!
恩房! Damen stopped dancing. The dizzying circles ceased. He simply
accepted that Co█y existed, alongside his Chinamen.
Co█y, on the other hand, did not know anything. ██e never even knew
Damen to begin with; the liquid in h██ body falling, yet it was a
physical fast of sheer discomfort and ambiguity that led to all the
confusion and annoyance in his head, as if it were a persistent
cranium-entering monster, moving into the hippocampus, reminiscent of
the once-spirit but now mundane 地聞風.