[Domo the Charlie Ninth Fanfiction] The Doll's Murmured Words

You become one of the pure white. You appear in your friends' autumn scenery. Blue Kingfisher Countdown Wake up. The sky is bright. I had a dream. Light everywhere. On a midsummer night without a single insect chirping, she crouches alone in the grass to catch fireflies. The tip of her nose is filled with the fresh, damp scent of grass. But in reality, she is a young woman standing beneath a road sign for a long time, watching the crowds ebb and flow with an indifferent gaze. She cannot feel her own heartbeat. Her hand rests over her chest, feeling through her skin the intricate mechanisms inside her body, ceaselessly at work. How many people will she pass by? How many will she exchange glances with? The chill of a sword's edge sweeps through the cold wind beyond the window; overnight, frost blankets the world. *Inspired by Lolita, Blue Kingfisher Countdown, and the Time series by a fellow writer. *Guide and source of inspiration: Prince Qiluo. *As always, a short story with a terrible ending. *Please read with your brain switched on. Theme: Do androids dream of electric sheep?