Gray Soil and White Harbor

"The Sky Ring is not yours. The Sky Ring is our home." After the person in the third sector said this, he removed the sector from the main shaft. They failed. The sky ring falls. Gray soil covers the equator. But this is not the story of the fall of the Sky Ring. This is what happens later. A repairman fell from the sky and built a well that did not belong to him in the gray soil. The child asked: "The ash has gone in again, why do we need to filter it?" He said: "Whether it's dirty or not, it comes first." A port registrar writes one word for an undocumented woman: To be determined. The system deletes it. He writes again. The system deleted it again. The old man said: "Write to write. Don't take it seriously." He said: "When she comes tomorrow, I will still write." A Hokuriku bureaucrat stood by the drying reservoir. The walls of the old village emerge from the water. He remembered someone saying when he was young that when the sky ring was built, the water would flow again. The water is still there now. But only enough for White Harbor. Not enough for everyone. It's dark. Someone straightened the boots. Someone lit a lamp.