Dirty Wings That Never Fall

Three months ago, the sky was obscured by a false starry sky. Contractors came into being, and hundreds of thousands of people vanished from southern Kyoto.

As the sole survivor of that disaster, and a Contractor who had lost everything, I chose to fall.

I died again and again, and came back to life again and again, accompanied only by different flowers.

Perhaps one day...

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