A deadly acid rain falls from outside the barrier. A rain of needles, for years on end.
I murdered someone who was kind to me. I was never caught, but this is my punishment. Karma burning up my body. Dying and dying forever, looking like a flower bouquet that's been rotting for a billion nights.
Shrine maiden, fairies, youkai, humans, they're all gone.
Fantasy... is no longer a thing.
The sound of my flesh and bones falling apart burns my eardrums, and again I resurrect. Senses, memories, body.
It hurts.
It burns.
What have I done?
My hatred, envy, and everything else is gone.
The others packed up and left, back to the Moon.
