It's the End of the World, Who Is Still Alive?

"It's time to end." The voice inside me became gentle, and I looked down at the last trembling black shadow at my feet. Its curled-up shape actually overlapped with my childhood appearance. The setting sun slanted in from the window, coating the blood on the ground with a coquettish golden edge. I slowly leaned down and hugged it gently before it dissipated. When the moonlight climbed onto the window sill again, I was finally the only one left in the mirror. On the dressing table, the cross necklace glowed warmly, and in the shadow outside the window, thirty-seven transparent figures were smiling at me. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.