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New world.

The city is still the same city, and the sky is still the same sky.

Tatsuya Kaname, carrying his schoolbag, ran through the street laughing and joking with his friends.

As he passed by the music store, he seemed to hear a familiar melody and subconsciously turned around to look.

In the shop window, next to the poster of the violinist Kyosuke Kamijou, whom he admired, stood a blue-haired girl with a happy expression, choosing records.

everything is fine.

Lumu's home.

At the dinner table, the mother and father chatted about interesting things at work, creating a warm atmosphere.

The mother paused for a moment as she was serving food to her husband.

Her gaze fell on the empty chair next to the dining table.

A strange emptiness welled up inside her, an emptiness she couldn't even understand herself.

"What's wrong?"

The husband asked.

"It's nothing."

She shook her head and smiled, shaking off that emotion.

"It just feels like our family hasn't had such a complete meal together in a long time."

Nobody remembers.

This world no longer needs that pink-haired girl to save it.

Night falls.

In the shadows of the city's corners, an invisible monster is growing.

They are no longer witches, but a pure aggregate of malice called monsters.

A black figure moved swiftly between the buildings.

Homura Akemi.

In her hands were no longer cold weapons, but bows and arrows imbued with magic.

That was someone's weapon.

Arrows rained down, precisely piercing the core of the monster and purifying it into invisible energy that dissipated into the air.

The battle is over.

Homura Akemi landed on the rooftop of a building. She raised her hand and gently stroked the red hairband on her wrist, which had faded slightly from washing.

A small white animal appeared silently beside her.

"I don't understand."

Cupid tilted its head, and for the first time, a tremendous confusion, comparable to a system crash, appeared in its red eyes.

"The energy recovery efficiency of this world is much lower than before. Moreover, these magical beasts are completely unable to generate Lament Seeds. From our perspective, this is a complete failure of system iteration."

Homura Akemi didn't look at it.

She simply gazed at the sky illuminated by the lights of countless homes, as if she could see through this sea of ​​light another pair of gentle eyes watching over the world.

"like."

Her voice was very soft.

"This is something that your kind of creature can never understand, and can never calculate."

After saying that, she turned around, and her black figure disappeared into the night once again.

She will take that girl's place and protect the world that the girl gave her life for.

Until forever.

.....

The day after the final episode of Puella Magi Madoka Magica aired.

The entire internet fell into an eerie silence.

All the audience members just stared blankly at the credits scrolling across the screen, as if their souls had been ripped out, unable to recover for a long time.

Everyone carries a knot of indescribable emotions in their heart.

Is it touching?

Yes.

Madoka saved all the magical girls in the gentlest way, which is undoubtedly sacred.

Is it sadness?

Also.

The gentlest girl, who appeared throughout the entire series, was ultimately forgotten by everyone.

Homura Akemi alone, carrying the memories of her, is waging a never-ending, lonely battle.

Is this a good ending or a bad ending?

When the first person trembled as they asked this question on the forum.

The audience's emotions erupted!

[This is definitely a happy ending! Everyone is saved! The cycle of tragedy has been broken!]

[Bullshit! The savior has been forgotten, what kind of bullshit happy ending is this! This is the ultimate bad ending!]

[What do you know, upstairs? Xiaoyuan transformed into the laws of nature; she gained immortality and now protects everyone in a higher dimension! This is a sublimation of divinity!]

But she's no longer human! She's lost her family, her friends, and all the joys and sorrows of being human! Isn't that the greatest tragedy?!

The arguments have spread from anime forums to all social media platforms.

They began to debate the meaning of memory and existence.

The debate centers on whether individual happiness or the salvation of the collective is more important.

The depth and breadth of this debate have far exceeded the scope of any work of art.

Countless philosophers, sociologists, and psychologists have joined in, attempting to interpret this open-ended conclusion from their respective professional fields.

Amidst this storm of ideas, a consensus began to quietly take shape.

Su Bai.

This name has once again topped all the trending search lists.

But this time, no one called him Old Thief Su anymore.

No one calls him a warrior of love anymore.

These playful or complex nicknames all seem too superficial in the face of the final ending of Puella Magi Madoka Magica.

Western directors who had previously been critical of Su Bai published a lengthy article after two days of silence.

The article's title is so cheesy it gives countless people goosebumps, yet it feels incredibly apt.

My beloved, Su Bai.

We were once angry because he shattered our self-righteous ideals in the most cruel way. We were once heartbroken because he showed us the fragility of ideals in the face of reality.

But only today do I understand.

Su Bai never intended to give us a simple answer. What he did was simply present us with a complete universe encompassing love, hope, despair, sacrifice, and redemption.

He used an animated film to spark a global discussion about the ultimate meaning of happiness. He allowed each of us to see our own choices and their consequences within this story.

He redefined art.

From today onward, please stop referring to him as a master. This term is no longer sufficient to describe his greatness.

He has already entered the realm of gods in the field of animation.

This article bestowed this ultimate praise upon Su Bai without any objection from anyone.

Healing Animation Company.

Shen Qingyue looked at the overwhelming praise and sycophantic headlines on the internet, her expression extremely complicated.

She recalled her initial anger, her senior's breakdown when she turned around, and the countless sleepless nights she had spent being tormented by Su Bai.

Finally, all these emotions turned into a helpless yet relieved chuckle.

She was completely convinced.

Inside Su Bai's office.

Before his eyes was a pale blue light screen.

[Congratulations, host! You have completed the epic legendary achievement, The Law of the Circle!]

[With a single work, you have completely transformed the world's understanding of animation as an art form and sparked philosophical debates worldwide!]

[Depression points calculated; rewards distributed.]

Congratulations! You have unlocked the next stage of the artwork library!

On the screen of light, countless artwork cards, shimmering with golden light, flew by rapidly.

Finally, a card slowly came to a stop.

The image shows a silver-haired girl with a pair of pure white angel wings behind her.

The title of the work slowly emerged.

Angel's Heartbeat!