There are two types of rain in Academy City Astraea.
One is a magic simulation.
The other is the "rain of information" that only I can see - every magic flow, every magic object, and every piece of magic released in this city is turned into cold data, hitting my retinas 24 hours a day.
I wear glasses not to see the world clearly, but to not be drowned in it.
And my sister Misha, she is the driest person in this city.
Her emotions, her memories, everything about her were burned to ashes by that disaster, leaving only a pale crystal called "correctness".
Today, I found my sister crying alone in the rain late at night.
