Across the endless, where my eyes gaze, there is waiting desolation.
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Year 100,753 of the cosmic calendar. On a remote, desolate garbage planet, a small spacecraft could not withstand the pressure of a rapid space jump and fell to its surface, causing a huge explosion and vibration. In a pile of discarded parts, a girl slowly woke up and looked at the slender boy who had escaped from the spaceship.