C89 Interlude Dialogue on the Dark Net and Ideal Most and Minority Awareness and Pain

Cold, dark...

However, just like a miracle, in this ice-cold and pitch-black place, I could clearly hear a voice coming from afar.

No, not just a voice, but many voices, not just many voices, but a melody of many voices. The melody seemed to be accompanied by a song, but it was too vague for me to hear. Even so, I felt that this melody was very beautiful and sad