Why do I look up at the sky?
Born anew, thrust into an unfamiliar world, watching people perish as if life itself were a cruel joke.
And yet, I find myself gazing at this world’s beautiful night sky.
Unfamiliar constellations.
A sun not so different from the one in my memories.
And celestial bodies of peculiar shapes.
This world has two moons.
One blue, one red.
They must have names, but I can’t recall them clearly.
“...Rain?”
