Damen... …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 they 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. (地聞風=Play on Damen Fung's name) Next: The Myth of Damen Fung I hate Damen, can I go back home?