Reckless.
For all her speed—so fast she seems to have surpassed light itself—she'll wear herself out before the finish line.
That is what everyone thinks. Yet she laughs, bound by her own spell.
"Ahh, how magnificent! How glorious! Be mine, sweet rapture!"
With reckless theories as her weapon, she dominates the track. To her, it feels as if the world has become more saturated, richer in color.
"Hehe. I wonder—what ecstasy awaits me in my next experiment?"
It is a feeling only she knows.
For all her speed—so fast she seems to have surpassed light itself—she'll wear herself out before the finish line.
That is what everyone thinks. Yet she laughs, bound by her own spell.
"Ahh, how magnificent! How glorious! Be mine, sweet rapture!"
With reckless theories as her weapon, she dominates the track. To her, it feels as if the world has become more saturated, richer in color.
"Hehe. I wonder—what ecstasy awaits me in my next experiment?"
It is a feeling only she knows.