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- Magenta. This sweet yet bitter fragrance. I always notice when I get near here. Yet I don't know where it comes from, for nothing is around here.
- Red. By here being nowhere it becomes the contrastor between the binary realms. The perception you notice is from your inner body, from your melting heart itself.
- M. Sounds poetic.
- R. Your heart melts by the three:
One. The bittersweet love for a man.
Two. The bitter love for the world.
Three. The distressing love for the destiny. - M. Sounds non-sense -- Also what do you mean by "love for the world"? You'd know I despise it...
- R. It is because you care about it, you see, when you see the other side...
- M. No, I don't even want this reality to be associated with me. You are wrong here, and I don't see the point of this allegory.
- R. I can show you then!
(Cuts Magenta's chest open.)