Trash, trash all around.
It's like a world filled only with garbage. Scrap metal... Everything.
A dark place, atop a tall pile of rubbish.
There are all kinds of people with wide eyes and ferocious faces. Those are their bodies.
In fact, this is not anywhere.
This place has no name, but there are many things, especially those abandoned by humans.
Lying there quietly, his eyes were unfocused.
The color of the hair is no longer visible.
And she was wearing an inexplicably clean black dress.
That's a pretty girl, if compared to this filthy dump.
However, that is a sign of death.
She. Ya, here.
Be with this place, even if everyone never acknowledges it.
Even though... She's dead.
She is still here...
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