‘…’

I was dreaming the dream of the Blue Girl.

Her body, somewhat uncomfortable compared to the Gray Reaper’s.

Maybe because I had once properly controlled the Blue Girl’s body, I instantly recognized the familiar feeling and could tell right away.

In the dream, the Blue Girl was walking along the mystical path I had taken.

A high and strange path that seemed to lead to the sky.

Perhaps because it was far too long for a human stride to cover, the Blue Girl was riding on a peculiar mount.

It was a white Reaper with long limbs, resembling the …