『Her PoV』
As he steps into the void, a sea of feathers drifts to greet him — gentle red, stern white, fleeting gray, nostalgic black — each whispering a memory he left behind.
They glow faintly under the pale light, marking the path ahead like ghosts that still remember his name.
He walks slowly, shoulders heavy, as though the world itself clings to his back. The sound of his steps doesn't echo anymore.
STEP
It becomes shallow again.
He used to stride forward — proud, steady, unshaken — but now he just moves because stopping would mean admitting he's lost.
I know he's still that same reckless fool who chased hope even when it hurt, but the more he keeps chasing, the more his fire fade just to carry the weight of others... he may not care or even think about it, but I do.
The weight of his duty, and the countless wounds carved by his mistakes—that's who he's become. Now that I think about it… he went by another name in the previous world, didn't he? Was it Match? Matchy? Hehe... Machi...
It's close enough, almost the same as his true name.
What a fool, wandering through his own tale of a lost journey.
STEP
"...Putting off all spells."
His mind been painted in the colors of failure. So many that he can no longer bear the weight of what he's seen.
No one left to trust, nothing left to believe in. Alone and lonely, no one can stop this man from sinking into his own regret.
What a foolish and pitiful soul.
STEP
"...Another exploration done. Recording everything into another Feather. Adjust the format so the Prismatron can read it easily—alright, that's one done. Prepare a duplicate from this Feather and store it in the archive."
The Feather he had been holding slipped from his grasp on purpose.
It floated, drifting weightlessly among the rest of his collection. Yet somehow, that Feather was drawn toward the others — as if pulled by an unseen thread — gathering close, never straying far from the flocks already formed.
Like birds of a feather, they group together. Bound by the same memories, the same sky they once shared.
"Hm? Where are you going? Ah… it's joining the other Arknights series. Be nice with each other~"
Each of His Feather holds a fragment of his memory, transferred directly from his mind.
And within every delicate strand lies a different world those Feathers have touched. Traces of places he once wandered, still echoing as they shimmered in their light. They are records, echoes of his travels through countless worlds.
They're no longer the same Fenghuang Down once belonging to a Flamechaser.
"For the report… ah, later. Just send this copy to IDea Central for verification. Maybe they can process it into another world template. Though it's from Arknights again, there should be plenty of Makers or RoB who'll use it as usual."
Humans are strange creatures.
They're so familiar with stress that they almost treat it like an old friend. Fortunately somehow, they always find new, creative ways to fight it... just like him, who tried to drown in some work, escape into dreams, or by talking to his lonely ass.
"The Feathers I left in that world should be enough," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hmm… yeah, whatever. It's not like I'm running out of Fenghuang Down anytime soon."
He paused, his gaze drifting toward the dim glow of His Feather.
"But—ah, right. I left that lantern behind, didn't I? Ahhh... what a shame since I got that from Neptunia. Sigh... can't be helped, though. Irene's going to need it while she's carrying Skadi and Anita to their starting position."
He sighed, half-amused, half-exhausted.
From what I've seen, humans have many ways to deal with pain. Some cry, some pretend, and some… hurt others just to breathe a little easier. Cruel, yes — but perhaps that's the fastest way to survive.
If only he had stayed along that last categories — that stubborn beast who never asked for help, who tore through everything without care — things would've been simpler then.
They're not the best kind of human but... I think they're the most... vulnerable. There're many who longed to help and become their strength. That way, he wouldn't be alone anymore.
Hehe, it's been a while since I'm feeling this emotion again. But I do know that people change, and because he's human… he did too.
It's not wrong, I know that.
And yet… why did you have to change?
"If I think about it… it's been over a hundred years since I first ended up in that Arknights world. A lot of memories were made there — some even changed from what they were supposed to be. But… during the fight against the Priestess… I think I used too much of my Eminence back then."
That Eminence — is the "sword" he once received from the one who gave him the Fenghuang Down — and it was no ordinary blade. Based from it's lore, the "sword" could cut through anything, sever any bond, and even rewrite fate itself.
But each swing demanded a price, his own memories. One day, one week, year or more... the more he put his memories, the more sharper that "sword's" edge become.
Still, he eventually learned how to lessen its toll. Not perfectly, but enough to keep his mind from collapsing under what it took.
And one of it is by creating a copy of his base memories within another flutters of His Feather. Much like the function of back-up and restore, this Feather was also the one who reminded him about who he really is... when having a good fun with Skadi and others.
That's why now, his head's just a mess of thoughts — one popping up after another.
Every time he understands one, a new one comes crawling in, heavier, sharper, pulling him down into that same old guilt… the kind that comes from bonds he both hated and couldn't stop loving.
Because in this place... there're many-many memories who know his name.
"Next thing I knew, I was already drifting in Iberia's sea… haha, guess I'll never know how that fight ended, or why I even fought the Priestess in the first place. But whatever. I'm not going back there anyway."
STEP
Looking for some kind of justification, he keeps talking to himself — like a man trying to drown out the noise in his own head. Too many familiar faces slip past his memory, faces from both the past he walked alone, and the moments he once shared with someone beside him.
"Turns out… I really did meet Skadi's mother, huh. Good thing I didn't run into Gladia back then — that would've been a whole mess to explain. And Ulpian… well, he's somewhere else anyway."
STEP
"I've also… clashed with Kal'tsit, Babel, even the Doctor. Heh, messed around with that Penguin Emperor, picked fights with more demons in Kazdel than I can count, met a bunch of Feranmuts… even got promoted to Elite Operator in Rhodes Island... and more."
With each step, his vision grows blurrier, as if the world itself is starting to fade before him.
Because of course.
That Arknights world alone hold centuries' worth of memories from all the land and bonds he's walked through. The joyful ones, the painful ones, all of them flicker before his eyes like fragments of a dream he's only just woken up from.
"I… huh? I never got married? After hundreds of years, not even once?! Haah, what a weirdo I was back then. But... did I ever get laid? Ah whatever. Still… I do remember taking care of a few kids and some lost souls along the way. Wonder how they're doing now."
STEP
"Fuka-san… I did it again. All thanks to your feather haha... and I'm still alive, again."
Another thought drifts through his mind as he sinks deeper beneath the weight of what he's done. He's always looked up to that one figure — the one who set him on his path, who changed everything for him… and became the burden he could never put down.
SLUMP
"...I'm tired..."
Another wail had begun, falling to his knees, no tears from his eyes and nothing he could see beneath him. There's no image of him who encourage or illusion of his lost family either.
No one, nobody said they'll always stay with him. Either it's because he had already pushed them away, or they're... already forgot about him.
Something claws at his heart. No matter how many memories fade, this pain never will. It lingers — a raw, living thing crawling under his skin every time he's pushed to the edge.
It's desperation.
'Have you ever thought of staying? Rhodes Island will welcome you.' 「Kal'tsit」
"Haha… the first time I met Amiya and Dokutah, huh? I remember being a bit shocked… maybe even worried. I hadn't met the Priestess yet back then, or even when they're still in Babel."
'Family… she's the only one I've got left. What about you? Do the Jasad have one? …What? That's what they call you, isn't it? The Jasad. ...Heh... you've got a face only a burdenbeast's mother could love right now.' 「Buldrokkas'tee」
"Ah, that talk in the tundra with Patriot… I still can't believe some people actually decided to call me that. Who even think Jasad was a good idea? That's basically calling me a body! Just body! At least Match sounds better… I think."
However, that fool isn't the kind to stay down for long.
No matter how many times he falls, it never truly breaks him… I just know it. Because even when failure and guilt fill his heart, his eyes never lose their light — never lose their focus.
Pain and suffering are the same — both hard to accept. A Fool like him know enough about that.
A good person might try to embrace them and grow alongside the hurt. A wise one will shoulder the suffering and push the pain to others. A normal person will take both and end up traumatized by them.
But a fool… they'll just scream it out, laugh it off, and forget — at least until it comes back to bite later. Just laugh until you should not, and when a bad days come then maybe... they'll turn into a Joker.
Who knows.
"…They're all beautiful memories."
The man spoke softly as a single Feather shimmered into his hand.
"That's why I can't stop here. For more beauty to be found… for more happiness that others can still feel... let's keep moving forward. Agreed?! ... not like anyone answering though... but, yeah!"
Before doing anything with the Feather, he pulled out a smartphone from his bag and went through his usual ritual — logging in, resetting the stamp, wiping away the progress he'd made before.
It was something he always did, a habit he said kept him connected to the past — to the part of him that was still a gamer at heart. I never really understood why, but he once told me that's what it meant to "not forget."
"Put some memo for the next minutes me."
For a moment, his fingers froze.
At the same time, the Feather's glow dimmed… as if holding its breath with him.
'Wake up! Stop bawling over the dead! The Jasad is coming! …Hmm? You are… the one? Oh… hello. Nice to meet you too. Hmm… wanna join Babel? That is... let me talk it with someone first, surely you know about the Evil Spirit from Babel, right?' 「Scout」
'There's still so much I want to do. Just like you. Let's go — we'll carve our own path.' 「Lutonada」
'…Don't you want to see what this world's like, Match-grandpa? Heehee… you'll end up loving it, I just know it! …Eh? Don't call you grandpa? But… you are all fluffy. You give me healthy candy, and even pocket money! You're just like what big sis Amiya said grandparents are like!'「Suzuran」
'Happy to live? Hah, that's a weird thing to ask. Can't you tell just by how close we're standing right now? Hahaha! Anyway—about that debt of yours… you do still have money, right? So, paying me back shouldn't hurt too much—HEY! Get back here! Someone stop him before he disappears again!'「Ace」
'Your dream will never come true. That pathetic hope for peace is just the nature of an outsider. How long do you think this fragile calm will last? …I hope you make the right call, friend.' 「Theresis」
'What did you say about my mother?' 「Logos」
"Thank you… and goodbye. This really is the last one."
Indeed, a fool will just shout and forget.
All those memories, all that brilliant light, began to flow into his Feather — separating every beautiful moment he had lived and felt. Soon, he would forget them all, piece by piece, another part of himself fading with each memory sealed away.
Doubt no longer chained him.
The Feather in his hand glowed softly, warmth pulsing through his fingers.
After a few seconds, it shattered into light — scattering like fireflies across his palm. From that moment on, the Feather would become his strength instead.
And with that, another story came to its quiet end.
"Hm? Oh… did I reset my memory again?"
He rose to his feet, his resolve renewed.
He had cast away his past — so he could keep walking forward.
The more I see it, the more ridiculous — and pitiful — it feels, watching him keep moving forward by erasing his own past. That's why… as long as he stays this kind of "fool," I don't want to see him... yet.
"Where next? Let's get it done."
The wanderer muttered another line of his endless journey, alone without any companion to color his life. He walked toward what seemed to be the exit of the void, chasing the faint glimmer ahead.
Just like a moth who chase after the flame, yet no one but him who'll get burned.
He's not a hero.
No one ever asked him to be one.
He could've just used his power to twist creation itself, to reshape every world however he pleased — no one could've stopped him in his own realm.
He could've made new worlds, pulled himself into them, surrounded by women who adored him, ruling from the top like some untouchable god. He could've gathered endless treasures, ascended past mortality, and wandered through the stars with every companion his heart desired.
And yet… the man chose this instead.
Based on how he respects the way other fictional characters live, and all the countless moments he's shared with them… I still find it hard to understand.
Yet I've decided to like them anyway.
After all, they're the one who gave birth to the person he is now.
"We should go..."
With that empty hand, he stands on again.
Ready for another adventure, one threaded with demise.
"...To another chapter full of happiness."
Even now, I still can't understand what your happiness really is.
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『His PoV』
"…Hmm? My phone just lit up."
Realizing the screen had come alive, I grabbed it the way a teenager clings to their favorite vice—like it might vanish if I didn't hold on tight. My fingers moved quickly, scrolling through the display to check if there was anything new.
There was.
A handful of new photos and videos, some reminders I'd apparently forgotten to reschedule, and a few other mundane things. But what really caught my eye was a freshly written memo—one that had been added just a few minutes ago.
#Another failure. Yeah, you have failed again haiyya...#
"Ahh, I see. I failed again didn't I."
That short message about my failure instantly killed whatever drowsiness I had left. It was typed without much care—like something written by an old man who hated wasting words, whether spoken or typed.
Even though it was written in a plain memo app, it carried the message perfectly well.
If it says I failed… does that mean I let someone die? Or maybe I made the wrong choice and ended up in the worst possible route again? With that thought gnawing at me, I scrolled to the bottom of the memo.
"…I wonder what kind of failure I made this time. Did I fail to save a girl from some ugly bastard or a BBC? Or maybe I just failed to win the lottery~? No way, did I touch a children?!"
#…But who cares. We're losers and failures anyway. Just go.#
Reading those words at the end, I couldn't help but smile a little.
"Yeah… I'm something of a motivator myself."
I slipped my phone back into my pocket and looked toward a faint light in the distance. For a second, it almost seemed to take the shape of a person. But of course, that couldn't possibly be true.
No one else should exist in this space but me.
Yet the longer I stared at that point, the more it shifted—drifting slowly, as if searching for a place to settle—until the light finally warped into a circle, forming something that looked eerily like a portal.
Not the kind Doctor Strange would summon, though.
And definitely not the blocky Nether one from Minecraft either.
"Did I ever put something here before? Then why can't I remember it, even after returning to the Anchor Point…? Well, at least it doesn't feel dangerous."
I pinched the bridge of my nose a few times and started walking toward the portal.
Countless Feathers floated in this space, scattered like fragments of color. Each one shimmered differently, drifting through the air as if they were item drops waiting to be picked up.
But I had no intention of taking any—so instead, they simply brushed aside, pushed away by my presence as I moved past them. Still, for some reason... curiosity started to crawl in.
I wanted to know what kind of memories were sealed within those Feathers. With so many of them here, I was sure countless fragments of the past were hidden inside.
"Just a few won't hurt, right?"
But before my hand could touch the nearest Feather, I caught sight of that same tiny light from earlier—drifting lazily across the void. It moved with the calm gait of something vaguely human before stopping right beside the portal…
...and then fading away again.
"Haha, are you some kind of alarm that shows up whenever I try to dive into a memory or something? Well, if I'm the one who made you, then I'd better stop and hurry."
I pulled my hand back, stopping just short of brushing against the Feather.
SLAP-SLAP-SLAP
I gave myself a few sharp slaps—square across the face, butt, and foot—more like some awkward solo dance than anything dignified, but it did the job of snapping my senses back online.
And hey, like that one guy said, "Everyone's a tool," by Ayanokoji Toyota... was that his name again? Meh, who cares. Guess I just needed a good physical reminder not to drift too far into nonsense.
One step away from the portal, I meant to thank that little light for keeping me on track. It's nice, having some kind of guide watching over me whenever I get careless. Unfortunately, it was gone again.
So… yeah, whatever.
Time to enter the portal—or gate, or door, or whatever it is.
"Yosh… I wonder what kind of surprise is waiting this time. Hopefully, lots of cute girls."
With that questionable bit of optimism, I stepped into the glowing thing and let the white light swallow me whole. Forward, into another Searching of Waifu! It kept shining, even as I passed through to the other side.
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'Ohhh… another surprise.'
When I opened my eyes, everything was drained of color—black and white, even me.
The green grass that used to sway in the wind was gone, replaced by white blades dancing in monochrome. The ground beneath my feet was the same—white, with faint shadows here and there, like I'd stepped straight into a manga panel.
It was a silhouette world.
Nothing existed here except black and white… hmm, maybe I'd wandered into a manga world? Or maybe a doujinshi one—those tend to stay monochrome, cramped, and unfinished.
Or maybe these were just sketches that never got the chance to exist in full color—yet somehow, they'd turned into a world of their own, like something straight out of a cultivation manhua.
Then, behind me…
'If I'm not wrong, that's one of those.'
I turned around and saw a small shrine.
Its surface etched with glowing white runes, shining brighter than the rest of this world. It stood about three meters tall (sorry, Americans, go Google and convert that to feet), and inside, there was nothing but an open chest.
'A key… or maybe I have to clear a challenge, huh?'
When I reached out, my hand pressed against something invisible—a barrier of sorts.
For a moment, it reminded me of my days as a Traveler in Teyvat. I couldn't quite recall how many Genshin worlds I'd visited, but right now, my mind drifted to something even further back.
Back to when Genshin first released—yeah, that far back. It felt like another lifetime ago.
'Well… at least until I met Amber.'
Back then, it wasn't just the storage or RAM that made Genshin a nightmare to play—it was the lag. Every time I tried to skip dialogue or advance a scene, the words took ten whole seconds to move.
Ten. Seconds. For. Each. Words. To. Move.
So, naturally, I just grabbed the pre-registration rewards, sighed in defeat, and uninstalled it to make room for another game. Hmm... was it for Honkai Impact 3rd again? Or maybe Iruna and Toram? I'm not sure.
I installed it again when Hu Tao's banner dropped, hoping to test my so-called "luck." But, as expected from someone who can't even get a girl in-game, she never came home.
"Ah, right—my phone… and how could I forget about you, Kaban-kun?"
These two things have always been with me whenever I jump between worlds.
The memories tied to my phone and backpack are already imprinted into the Anchor Point. Simply put, they're part of me—the version that existed before all these bizarre adventures across countless worlds began.
It was the version of myself that already knew so many things, had done so many more.
Kind of like Fuka-san when she was still a Flame Chaser—she stored her memories and personality inside one of her feathers as a spare soul, and that is herself before all of the heavy trauma dumping.
Still innocent but diligent, ignorant but deeply interested in many things— ah sorry, I can't help but to keep talking about her. And now, back to the phone and the backpack.
My smartphone's usually white, so here it turned black—with a little crack on the top-right corner. Kaban-kun, my trusty black backpack, flipped to white. Inside it were my headphones and a small diary I used to jot things down when my phone battery gave up on life.
And that's about it. I mean, why bother listing every little thing inside my bag?
'Yosh, let's go.'
I decided to keep walking, staying alert just in case something suddenly went "YAAAKHH!" ten meters away and the background music kicked in.
You never know—maybe a random bushi with a counter skill would appear yelling his special move, or worse, I'd stepped into one of Dusk's paintings where some weird monk-dog starts mumbling "Natto g…" Yeah. Something like that.
'So… where even is this? Mond? Liyue? Inazuma? Ganaji? …Wait, that last one sounds kinda off.'
Not long after crossing the forest, I reached a cliff overlooking what used to be a Hilichurl base—a perfect free EXP farm for any Traveler. But now, there was nothing there except a few shabby huts and empty ground.
Did the Hilichurls… move out?
There's no way they're from that kind of doujin, right?
'The one with buffed Hilichurls...'
…Right?
Anyway, for now, let's just conclude this place is from Genshin.
"That way, it'll be easier."
It's the game where most main quests revolve around an Archon and their emotional-support mascot. And if not that, then it's some huge national crisis the Traveler gets dragged into while chasing clues about their missing sibling.
You could earn a ton of rewards from it—or, more precisely, Primogems.
And of course, those are definitely gathered to make your adventures smoother as the noble "Tabibito"… and ABSOLUTELY NOT for expanding your personal harem roster.
"Let's see what's inside, then."
I walked closer, stepping into the range where they'd normally start noticing me.
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"…No one?"
No drums, no flying fire slimes, nothing. Weird. Usually, even if they're mid-barbecue, a Hilichurl would still drop everything just to greet me—with a club to the face. But now? Not a single one in sight.
Creeping into their base, I peeked inside one of the huts.
"…Hmm. Not even a common chest."
Since there didn't seem to be any danger, I stepped fully inside and started checking around for clues—anything that might explain what happened here. But there was nothing. Just empty huts, cold fires, and silence.
'No one? Is it just a world design with no characters perhaps? But what the use of it? I can breathe, I can feel warmth, water flowed and life blossomed here... yet no one is alive to feel the same?'
Creeping closer, I peeked into one of their houses as well.
Nothing. No campfire, no cauldron. Not that I'd trust Hilichurl cooking, but still—who took everything? Maybe cooking utensils don't count as "assets" in this world and just get erased.
Disappointed, I left their thatched camp and walked back toward the cliff.
'Doujin? Calamity? A dead world? If it's a dead world, how can grass still grow here?'
One by one, theories formed and crumbled as I closed my eyes. Then an idea came—half from memory, half from instinct. When I shut my eyes, I didn't see black anymore. Just white. It kinda weird thou.
"…Higher ground, then."
Opening my eyes, I thought maybe it'd be better to find higher ground—somewhere with a wider view. Maybe I'd spot something new from up there too.
I mean, who wouldn't comb every corner of the map when they first start a game?
What, just me? Fine then.
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"Hufff... I guess I really need to go Dragon Spine huuuff."
After what felt like an hour, I spotted it—Dragonspine. Except it wasn't white with snow. It was black. I'd expected a rainbow, maybe a twist on the original landscape. Nope. Just disappointment and frostbite waiting to happen.
"…Nah. Too cold. I'm not into mountain climbing anyway. This should be high enough."
Giving up in my search of high land and to black snowy mountain, I rest my body beside a lake on the grass and decide to rest my body... only to remember what happen when you keep your eyes closed.
"Ugh... it's white."
'There are fishes, boar and some mobs I can found. Wind, water, and earth still coexist with fire… so why is it like this?'
"Hupp..."
I sat up with a weird grunt.
While on my journey of this place, I can feel the resonance of element worked fine and they're still in balance with each other. The elemental resonance still felt balanced—proof that the world itself wasn't dead.
Which could only mean one thing: there's a third party meddling here.
Someone who somehow got this Genshin world to be like this.
"All this elemental harmony, all this order… yet no living beings. Could it be Rick dropped by and hit the game's development reset button? His variants are a pain if that's true... or maybe Paimon crashed so hard she bleached the world? Hmm..."
When I played the game, Paimon kept dragging me around—"Don't go here," "Don't go there."
Most of my time was spent running from her just to explore somewhere new. She could stop me from wandering, sure, but not from doing the one thing that mattered most—logging out.
Well... since I want to play the story, in the end I've to do main quest to meet laggy dragon for the first time though. The laggy dragon is none other than Dvalin by the way. He's so laggy that my phone got cooked hard.
She did seem suspicious, but I doubt even Paimon alone could twist the world into this state. Unless someone with the power of a Creator—or Them—interfered, it's nearly impossible to revert everything like this.
Besides, has the entire world really turned out this way? What about the other regions?
'Now then, the next step is clear.'
"Bio restructure: activate. Shift excess energy to enhance physical performance. Combined with the feather to sense any sentience, and a spell to further boost stamina. Add some remote-control effect..."
With both the Spell and the Feather active, I began scanning the world. They shot outward, flying as my eyes and thoughts across this land, while the body enhancement helped me descend quickly from the frozen slope.
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'Found one.'
My head snapped toward the direction of the signal. Every muscle tensed.
"Soko da!"
Naruto-running like my life depended on it, I dashed across the fields, leaping over trees and rivers, chasing the only sign of life in this hollow world. Even if it turned out to be the Unknown God herself, there had to be a reason for her descent.
Soon, familiar ruins came into view—the broken bridge, the crumbled walls, the overgrown weeds. I recognized it instantly. The bridge where all those pigeons used to die.
'No Timmie… too bad.'
For a moment, I thought maybe he'd be here, waiting to reveal his ultimate form or something.
No such luck.
"Whoaa... normally it took many years to make it molded like that, how many years I wonder..."
The Mondstadt before me wasn't the same city from the game.
It looked ancient—drowned in grayscale, lifeless. The once-proud windmills lay shattered. The great wall had collapsed. Houses were nothing but rubble, as though a giant hand had swiped the city's heart clean.
I walked deeper toward the church, where Barbatos's statue should have stood.
But only a fragment of a leg remained. Furthermore, the church itself was gone. When I keep looking for the remnant of the church, I found it destroyed down near the water under the cliff.
It's sleeping down there and turned into a rubble when I gaze down from the cliff where the supposed church stands before. From the cliff remaining, I could also see a massive slash mark cutting across the land, the cause of the destruction.
Something terrible had happened to this world.
'An Archon War? But Mondstadt was founded after that… Could it have been someone from Mondstadt itself? No—first things first. Is this the past, or the present? I need to know when I am.'
I felt if there's something really wrong happening inside this Genshin world right now.
'Escape or investigate? And what about that signal from earlier? Definitely wasn't a hostile though...'
I steadied my breathing and closed my eyes again, letting the Feather's senses guide me. After all, the whole reason I came here was because I felt someone's presence in the ruins of this city.
"...Close."
It was then, a small pebble rolled to my feet.
'So... it's her.'
When I turned my head, I saw a teenage girl—long ears, twin tails, standing there frozen, staring back at me. Hard to tell colors in this monochrome world, but I knew that silhouette. An elf, with a bunny-like hat.
There's a hint of hesitation on her face when her eyes and mine met, as if someone had gotten a six star limited character in a limited banner with one last pull of their Primos.
Not long after that, when she finally seemed to grasp the reality before her, her lips trembled and tears welled up in her eyes. She looked seconds away from breakdan—uh, breaking down and crying like a little girl.
Though she's taller and look older than what I remembered.
"...Hello, I sensed someone alive over here, so I came by to check."
But I didn't rush to hug her or comfort that fragile figure—because of one thing. I didn't want to give her false hope. Not when I still knew nothing about who's who in this world.
"…Some…one…" she choked out between cries. "K-Klee… alone… uhhkkk…"
Hearing that, I completely understood why she's crying.
'Is it loneliness? What about her mind?'
And when I used the feather confirmed it, yeah... her feelings were real.
'Thankfully… thankfully there's someone here… I don't want to be alone anymore.' 「Klee」
I stayed silent for a while.
For now, I'd comfort this little pyro terrorist. Maybe treat her kindly.
She's earned that much.