The girl's body was already chilled by the sea breeze, and her cold yellow skirt was swaying in the wind. The girl's slender figure reflected the pain on her face, making her look so lonely. The girl shed tears, alone and independent in the darkness. The black past is reflected in the falling tears.
——It is a broken history. Time has decayed it, revealing a faint black and yellow color.
Kagamine Gemini's Three Great Tragedies fanfic, third person from God's perspective.
Narrated from various angles.
The author still gave up the trap