I don't quite remember how long I've been here. In this god-awful place, I always looked up at the sky. The vast, immense sun floating in the sky. Warm sunlight, pouring down gently on everyone. If it were always sunny, how truly happy this world would be. And so, every day, I continued to pray for clear skies tomorrow. Holding back my tears, I prayed desperately.

And then, on a cold, dim, chilling, and utterly wretched rainy day, we died.

—Or so we thought.

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