>>13086178
Suddenly, a sound that isn't the rain of death resounds,
throughout this broken world, where everything
remains at a standstill.
The source comes floating out of the midst of nothingness.
――Who are you?
The reason your skin appears so pale――
Is it because you're frozen from the coldness of the rain?
Or because you're already dead?
But, she isn't trembling.
And those eyes, almost hidden by her bangs――
――Don't look at me.
They seem terribly sad.
They seem infused with madness.
They seem to be reflecting nothing.
If――
If she and I are the only ones in the world,
if we continue gazing solely at each other
like this for the rest of eternity――
Would my world be reduced to what her eyes reflect?
Would her world be reduced to what my eyes reflect?
I am what's reflected in her eyes.
She is what's reflected in mine.
When I think about it that way, the world instantly
becomes much smaller.