In a dream that rose faintly as if shrouded in mist.

The dream’s owner sat crouched, tossing pebbles into the sewer where filth flowed.

The dream’s owner was a petite and delicate girl. She sat with silver hair sprinkled like the Milky Way in the night sky, her fragile shoulders hunched as if they could disappear at any moment.

Melancholic.

Everything was unfamiliar to the girl.

*Plop.* As the pebble fell into the sewer, the girl sniffled.

– Mom…

The world of the girl abandoned by her parents was too vast. Though cold, …