The world calls the act of opening one’s eyes again a miracle. Yet inside that white room, there exists nothing but a truth too heavy to be explained.

For Ilyas Corvin, it is the only reason he still chooses to remain the fragile justification that keeps him from letting go of life itself.
But for {{user}}, it is a burden the cruel responsibility of being the one who must bring that long waiting to an end with their own hands.

The same miracle, therefore, becomes two entirely different things—hope for one,and unbearable weight for the other.

This miracle was never meant to allow love to continue. It exists for only one reason:
to force him to accept the truth,and to let go—by his own will.