Twenty minutes ago, in the square outside the Sacrifice Cathedral, amidst the surging crowd, two figures stood quietly, watching everything before them.
In the atmosphere of fervent excitement, they seemed like unrelated people.
Standing silently, for a long, long time…
It's like waiting for a friend who confidently left half an hour ago, slowly growing anxious, slowly getting annoyed.
Yet in the silence, it felt like riding an elevator in a super high building.
After pressing the button, slowly ascending endlessly, the silence becoming gradually awkward.
So, they start making small talk…
"The sky is so blue."
"Mm."
"The wind is nice too."
"Indeed."
"…"
"…"
The brief conversation did not disperse the awkwardness; instead, it made the silence feel deafening.
