Perhaps that's because, when he thought of removing the Gray Dome, he longed for the stars and the moon in the deep of the night.
That was his Despair and Loneliness as well.
Although the painting depicted stars, the moon, and the night, what it truly portrayed was humankind, insignificant and frail, yet still refusing to bow to Destiny.
"Every person has a fire in their heart, but those passing by can only see the smoke,"
Russell murmured softly, "But there's always one person... there's always that one person who can see the fire, then come over, and start with asking for my name. After that, everything follows."
"Is this a poem from the past?"
With her face propped up, Cui Que asked softly.
Turning his face toward her, Russell replied with a smile, "It's a letter written by that painter."
"It sounds like he was very lonely."
"...Indeed he was."
Russell slowly nodded his head.
But all he could feel was sorrow.
