Run, run.
The girl stopped and gasped for air, staring at the sky thousands of miles away, as sickly as low-quality paper.
There is no wind blowing from some distant unknown place, and the girl's lines are as hard and cold as the sky. The coldness of this nihilistic world permeated every cell in her body, making her feel as if she was as nihilistic as this world.
No matter what it is... Please don't leave me.
This is what a lonely traveler with nothing says in this world of three thousand mortals with no escape.