I don't remember when I started being here. In this wretched place, I always looked up at the sky. The large, large sun floating in the sky. The warm sunlight that shines down kindly on everyone. If it were always sunny, how happy this world would be. So I prayed every day for it to be sunny tomorrow. I held back my tears and prayed desperately. And on a cold, dim, and wretched rainy day, we died. —That's what I thought. *Thank you for reading until the end. I'm glad we could finish this story together.