In the autumn of 2097, I sat in the small courtyard and looked at the sky. This was already 69 years after the end of the world. I was still alone, or I was about to leave. According to the time before the end of the world, I lived almost 200 years old, which was enough. I was full of honors in this life, and I was extremely lucky to have never been homeless. However, some irreversible things made me often melancholy.
Intention: Tenderness