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?”

I tore my gaze from the night sky and turned to the woman approaching me. Narrowing my eyes, I offered …