Fragments of the Moon, Eternal Empty [Type-Moon Work Fan]

——Now that I think about it, it seems like it was a long time ago. The sky that day was the same pure blue as now, and that color was as illusory as if it didn't exist. It still fills every emptiness in my dreams even now. Ah, in the process of gradually heading towards despair, I will continue to be crazy like this, right? In this world pieced together from fragments, I will always dream about the sky, sinking in the unending illusion...