Starting with magical girls, I'll reign supreme for eternity.

Some flew to the past, some stayed in the present, and some landed in the not-too-distant future.

Thirty million reincarnations, thirty million lifetimes, thirty million worlds, thirty million years—everyone flew to their own era, their own homeland.

They build their own happiness based on their own memories and desires.

There is no longer any inevitable destruction; every era and every world finds peace in tranquility.

Miracles were re-divided into small, everyday occurrences, devoid of any thrilling or dazzling magic.

Worlds intersect and pass each other, running parallel towards an unprecedented distance.

However, occasionally some fireflies become lost and cannot find their way home.

Time and space are too vast and long, and the intersecting worlds are too chaotic. The scattered souls linger, standing bewildered in the chaos.

Until those fair little hands plunged into the bottom of the water, drawing out the spine of the world, the platinum-gold blazing light melted it, forging it into steel, and then cooling it into a towering pagoda.

She stood atop the tower, amidst the chaos, like a blazing sun igniting the void; all those who were lost looked up and would never lose their way again.

As more and more people return to their hometowns, as more and more light fades from her.

The blazing sun, which seemed to never go out, finally dimmed.

The raging flames, which would never cease until they turned to ashes, shrank slightly.

She hugged her legs, her head drooping on her knees, while Beihai remained serene.

The fireflies of the new world refused to leave her, maintaining her intense flame.

Therefore, my hometown is like a cemetery soaked in rainwater, quiet and solemn, but it is still as bright as the candles lit on a birthday cake.

Reflected in her golden eyes, it resembled a hazy, starry sea.

The humming song finally stopped, the heat subsided slightly, and the girl stretched her toes wearily, yawned, and hugged the fireflies, curling up to keep warm like a little girl lighting candles.

In a blur, she heard singing.

The chaotic noise came from somewhere unknown.

It sounded like someone was singing a lullaby to her.

Coco rubbed her eyes and looked up. It was a cold winter day, and the snow under her feet was thick and crunchy.

The figure holding her hand ahead, so dark and heavy, made her feel warm and familiar.

But I can't remember who it was.

The song was hummed by him, carrying an unexpected tenderness and warmth.

The hand was like a furnace, and Coco couldn't help but hug it, greedily seeking warmth from it.

Then, when I stopped walking, I looked up.

It's a fast food restaurant that hasn't opened yet.

She vaguely remembered.

Last night, my parents said a new shop had opened on the street and they wanted to take her there for breakfast.

They also give away toys there.

Because her parents never liked taking her to fast food restaurants when she was little, she was so excited that she couldn't sleep all night.

She got up at six o'clock in the morning, jumped around on her parents' bed, and cheered as she went to have breakfast. Her parents, who were still half asleep, just happily hugged her and pulled her into bed.

Even now, she still remembers the warm scent of the bedding and the warmth emanating from her parents.

"We'll go later, you and your... go first."

Who should we go with first?

She couldn't remember.

Before dawn, the figure holding her hand sat with her at the entrance of a fast food restaurant, and she excitedly asked what she wanted to eat.

What set meal do you want? What toy do you want?

The person next to him responded casually.

It was still dark, the stars were shining brightly, and the snow wind was like a knife scraping her face, making Coco shiver. But she was so excited that she didn't care at all.

The person next to her took a scarf, wrapped it around her, and then covered her ears with both hands, which made Coco sweat a little from the heat.

When the fast food restaurant door opened, my parents still hadn't come over.

But she dragged that person inside, ordered the set meal she had already planned, and got the little toy she had always wanted.

Sitting at a table in a fast food restaurant, she swung her legs expectantly, occasionally kicking the person sitting opposite her.

Because she arrived too early, the fast food restaurant didn't have any new customers for a long time, until her ordered set meal was served.

The surroundings remained completely silent.

Only the snowflakes outside were flying, creating a vast expanse of white.

She carefully divided the meal into two portions and shared them equally with the other person, but in the end, the other person just pushed her divided portion of the meal back to her.

At that time, little Coco didn't know how to be polite at all, and simply happily took back half of the meal.

The other person just sat quietly, watching her eat, and sometimes Coco felt a little guilty.

So he picked up some food and brought it to his mouth.

The other person just shook their head.

In the end, it seems she ate the entire meal by herself.

The fast food restaurant started to get busier, and the man led her by the hand to the door.

The wind and snow outside were getting heavier as they stepped out the door.

They let go of my hand.

The other person's figure began to recede into the distance.

Coco wanted to catch up, but she was so tired that even taking a step was incredibly difficult.

So she just burst into tears.

She sat on the ground and cried loudly.

The other person seemed to finally stop, turning slightly to look at her.

Coco also tried to open her eyes, facing the wind and snow, wanting to see his face clearly.

But in the end, she still couldn't see anything clearly.

Just watching those lips move slightly, the sound reached the depths of my heart.

Happy birthday, Coco.

A girl, utterly exhausted, amidst the wind and snow.

Finally, I fell into a deep sleep.

……

"Has all the miracles and power dissipated?"

Chiba gazed at Coco, who had finally fallen asleep, from the void and let out a sigh.

"What a silly girl."

In the thirty million cycles of reincarnation, almost everyone returned to their hometown and found happiness.

Yet amidst this overflowing happiness, only the once-new world remains, utterly desolate.

The people of the new world, unwilling to leave, maintained Coco's last shred of warmth.

They both fell asleep in the sun.

"This is the inevitable fate of magical girls."

In that land of the end, the voice of the Beast of the End echoed faintly, "The more powerful the magical girl, the more dazzling her light will be, until she burns out completely."

"That's why I'm going to give them up."

Chiba murmured, "What good is saving everyone? When my own demise comes, there will still be endless darkness behind me."

She walked step by step toward the sun.

"Just like you, magical girls ultimately end up grasping nothing."

However, before she could take two steps, the Beast of the End stood before her in the form of an iris.

Chiba stopped and looked at the being that had been watching the world with her for so long.

Throughout these long years, only she was able to communicate with me and stand in the same place at the end.

When it comes to companionship, no one can spend more time with them.

In the endless void, the only things they can see, feel, and hear are each other.

However, at this moment, the undisguised killing intent and ferocity of the End made Chiba show a slightly sad expression.

"Your attitude really hurts me. You and Coco probably aren't very close."

"It wasn't for her."

"For whom?"

The End tilted its head, trying to smile with the expression of an iris.

That smile was as radiant as a magical girl's.

But it was all in vain for it; its smile was cold and violent. "For my friends."

"iris?"

Do you consider Iris and I to be friends?

Chiba burst out laughing.

"That's true. You always just watch her from afar and hardly say a word to her. Even if you could talk, you wouldn't have anything in common."

Longing can always make relationships seem distant.

Friendship will never be born from it.