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In Sunday's memories, even the sun seemed to be smiling in this scene.

However, the next moment a clap of thunder sounded, and the entire sky began to darken.

But even with such a small wish, I still broke my promise...

A shadow looms over it, reality is chaotic and turbulent, and one is even unable to protect those closest to them...

Looking at the robin in front of him, just as Sunday was about to reach out, the ground puzzle symbolizing the association shattered, just like Sunday's broken beliefs.

This scene evoked a wave of emotions in the audience.

"Ah, how painful and helpless my brother must have felt when he learned that the robin had been shot."

"I would go crazy if I knew my sister had been shot in the neck."

"It was around this time that I started to feel that things were more orderly on Sundays."

"I...can't do anything!"

"The password is correct!"

Sunday uttered its final sigh before plunging into the abyss.

It shouldn't be like this...

When I woke up again, the questioning voice continued to ring out.

[Question: Has your dream changed?]

The camera then moves behind the curtain, revealing dolls forcibly fixed in a certain posture behind shimmering glass.

[...I don't know, but I see people living in a dreamlike place, yet in another kind of prison.]

Walking through this environment, Sunday gradually put on a hood and, as an ordinary person, witnessed the true face beneath the glamorous surface of Pinocchio.

Self-judgment, self-doubt, self-denial... followed by being plundered, oppressed, and exploited...

Those dream-torn troupes that represent certain things began to appear, amidst ruins and the cries of children.

Unbeknownst to them, happiness had already slipped away.

As he bent down to protect the child, a thorny chain began to appear around Sunday, as if to signify the restrictions imposed by the head of the household.

If I could create a future for them... I would be the light that illuminates the world.

The next moment, several large hands pushed Sunday from behind, shoving him into the giant hands of order below.

Then the voice continued to ask questions.

[Question: Have your dreams come true?]

This time, Sunday personally unveiled the curtain, with Sunday and her brother performing together on stage.

Without a doubt, as you can see, in this paradise I built...

The virtuous are comforted, the cowardly are assured, and the wicked are judged.

Under God's watchful eye on Sunday, an equal number of choirs stood on both sides of the scales, resounding in unison.

Our dream has come true.

As Sunday approached and began to play music, the voice continued to ask questions.

Do you know why it's so quiet all around us right now?

The deep purple brambles began to climb up the calves and arms.

[Because people are all asleep here, and no longer laugh.]

Immediately afterwards, the members of the choir began to transform into crows.

No, it's because people don't want to sleep here...

It was as if Sunday herself understood that this coercive approach could not last.

This beautiful dream, in the end, left me all alone.

Bathed in the light of Taiyi in the background, Sunday raised his hand and fell towards that patch of thorns.

Hearing the exclamation in that sentence, everyone was filled with emotion.

"So beautiful! It has such a broken feel to it!"

"Sunday (has turned evil)"

"No! I wish to sleep forever in this beautiful dream!"

"With my own body, I show compassion to all living beings. The divine lord descended to earth, and the Sun Gate endures forever!"

Then the bird representing Sunday flies out the window, and Sunday begins to break free from the thorns that bind it.

When the last actor leaves the stage, the play comes to an end.

The sunlight gradually shifted across Sunday, illuminating the face in the shadows.

So, the final question: Why does life fall asleep?

The question surrounding Pinocchio reappeared, and the background music began to grow grander.

Then Sunday, with his arms outstretched, he deliberately fell backward.

Because one day... I too will wake up from this dream.

Like Sunday's cone of light [flying back to the earth], Sunday thus fell from the beautiful dream of construction, eventually plunging into the vast and boundless sea of ​​stars.

We welcome tomorrow once again.

Its wings spread, revealing a slightly wrinkled face tinged with sorrow.

This is the end of the PV.

This section also serves as a further explanation of Sunday's philosophy and the path to take in the future.

"The only villain I truly support, Sunday Bro!"

"I don't think Sunday is the villain at all; it's just that we have different ideologies, which caused a problem."

"Yes, just that one sentence—'If your paradise can save more people, then cut off your own path for me'—shows that he truly wanted people to be happy."

"Actually, compared to Miss Robin who travels to various places to spread her harmonious voice, Sunday, who stays in the family all the time, seems a bit naive and innocent. That's probably why Sunday's path has gone astray."

"Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth. Following the train crew and seeing the sights around is indeed a good option."

"I hope Brother Zhou Tian will have more insights in the future. I'm still looking forward to implementing a seven-day weekend!"

Chapter 523 PV: The Soloist

With the release of Thousand Star Chronicles, time flew by once again. On the day of the highly anticipated version update, the release of the Sunday character PV, "Soloist," caused all the players who were waiting for the gates to open to flock in.

"Hurry! Open the door!"

"Starry Sky Railway, a punctual timekeeping device for young people"

"The world needs Sundays!"

"Love Comes from Pinocchio – IP: Shence Mansion"

"Jingyuan: The speed booster must be able to boost the speed of summoned creatures!"

"General! o/o/o/o/"

As a barrage of comments appeared, the PV officially began.

Two Sundays appear back-to-back, their clothing representing Sundays of the past and present.

Then, the two Sundays walked to the two pianos on the stage, and the surrounding theater troupe members greeted them with their hands clasped together.

Two pianos, one black and one white, were on the black piano, and Sunday had a confident smile on his lips.

Then the two began to play, and the beautiful and continuous classical music combined with the piano melody played. The elegant posture of the two people made people sigh.

As the music was being played, a musical sprite flew by, just as the piano's melody reached a small climax.

After pressing the piano keys heavily, Sunday looked up and reached out, trying to catch the musical sprite, and the scene then transformed into a dynamic portrait.

The simple, dim light added a touch of melancholy to Sunday's indifferent expression.

Paradise Journey, Sunday.

This scene left the audience in awe.

"So smooth!!"

"This Sunday photo is absolutely gorgeous!!!"

"Elegant, so elegant!"

Sunday vs. Weekday

The camera then zooms out, shifting the perspective to that of the viewers.

The next moment, Sunday's fingers glided smoothly across the piano, producing a rising melody.

The two Sundays played a fantasy improvisation together, a scene resembling a piano duel, signifying the clash between Sunday's inner ideals of harmony and order.

Memories flashed through my mind during the process, perhaps because I was too engrossed, so much so that my fingers on Sunday turned into a simple line drawing.

As the two men played music, their followers engaged in a fierce battle around them.

Finally, Sunday reached out and pierced through Sunday's chest, pulling out something that looked like a star core.

The defeats of the past will be a blow to the future.

The next moment, Sunday, the victor, spread its arms wide, and even the Lord's Day reached out to it.

With their resolve firmly set, the two pianos began to move rapidly toward each other and collide, a scene that inexplicably made the audience unable to hold back their emotions.

"Maru, let's get started! Piano!"

"Bumper cars...? Bumper pianos!"

"Is that where the clutch and accelerator are located? Haha."

"Elegant, even in such a tense situation, she remains elegant!"

The scene then shifts to a giant stone statue submerged in water, with Sunday kneeling in front of it.

I have listened as a bell to the cries of the suffering and know that there is no God who saves people without giving anything in return.

To change anything, a person can only rely on themselves.

After gently stroking the water's surface with one hand, Sunday stood up resolutely, spreading his hands and looking towards the light in the sky.

The music then shifted to a grand, high-pitched rhythm.

A feather began to fall from that dazzling light, and Sunday caught it with both hands.

I will cross the thorns; I have heard the call.

As the music grew grander and more uplifting, Sunday, having received the feather, began to soar.

There will always be a paradise that needs to be built, even if I melt and fall before I can reach it.

Turning around and spreading his arms out, he transformed into golden light and floated upwards starting on Sunday.

Following this dazzling beam of light, countless golden rays followed.

Behold, that vow is like the sun in the sky, unbound by violence, and persuaded not by argument.

The children's prayers, combined with this scene, suddenly gave me goosebumps.

Sunday, soaring into the sky, spreads its six wings, its expression now one of compassion for humanity.

Faced with the robin before him, Sunday finally covered his eyes with his wings.

Nevertheless, Sunday's hand still honestly reached out to the robin.

May we, along this arduous journey, eventually reach the stars.

Unable to hold onto the vanished robin, Sunday's performance came to an abrupt end.

He sat by the train window, having just finished playing a piece for the starry sky.

Then the celestial ring appeared on Sunday, followed by a train logo emerging from the lower left corner, becoming the unique Sunday-themed logo for the Starry Sky Railway.

This final scene on the train confirms Sunday's whereabouts.