Blame, blame, blame.
In front of my eyes, Laura is dancing.
Her legs moved exactly to the rhythm.
Intricate steps.
I was worried her legs might tangle, but soon I realized that such worries were pointless.
Why is she so precise?
Itâs not that itâs unusual for someone to master choreography. People who are really good at dancing can often pick up moves just by watching them briefly.
But Laura was on a whole different level.
The angle of her legs, the exact placement of her feet.
Everything was frighteningly perfect.
âThe moonlight shines, and the lanterns rise in the red-light district.â
Laura softly mumbled the lyrics.
It wasnât perfect Japanese intonation, but the pronunciation seemed quite familiar with the language.
Even Sonarim, who wasnât familiar with the song, recognized it.
Wasnât it a song where all sorts of 3D characters in MMD (MikuMikuDance) perform dances?
Like those dance videos that pop up now and then through algorithms.
Without a moment's hesitation, Laura stretched her arms and legs, perfectly replicating the dance.
âIs it a dream, or is it reality?â
âLetâs go, to the Pure Land of Bliss.â
Pure Land of Bliss.
According to Buddhist teachings, only those who live properly reach this place.
In Christian terms, itâs basically heaven!@@novelbin@@