After everyone you know, care about, who knows you, or cares about you is no longer in this world,
what can prove that you are still alive?
When this question suddenly emerged from Matthew's mind,
he looked at the setting sun.
An old man holding a green piccolo was walking towards him.
The old man was playing a tune that sounded quite melodious as he walked.
Only the melody sounded somewhat sad.
Matthew moved closer.
But to his shock, he found the old man's face looked strangely familiar!
He searched through his memory for a long time.
Only to discover that the old man bore an uncanny resemblance to a bard friend he knew before he had become a god—
"Lorraine?"
He asked in surprise.
The old man bowed his head slightly,
"Honorable God King Matthew, someone invited me to play this dusk-themed song for you."
He said irritably,
"I don't like dusk."
Yet the old man said,
"Whether you like it or not,"
"the Dusk of the Gods is already upon us."