Fragments of the Moon, Eternal Void [Type-Moon Fanfiction]

Now that I think about it, it seems like it happened a very long time ago. That day, the sky was just as pure and blue as it is now. Its color seemed so illusory, as though it didn't exist, yet even now it fills every empty corner of my dreams. Ah, as I gradually descend into despair, will I keep going mad like this, again and again? In this world pieced together from fragments, I will dream forever of the sky, sinking into an illusion that can never end...