It's empty.

In a world of nothingness, there is the wind. Faint rays of light, where sometimes it rains.

A person who has cried all her tears.

“Her”.

How much time has passed? A year or two?

No. It has already been 4 years. Yet even now, the reason while I still wait, I cannot recall. However, the winds that blow as the tides that flow with time, it carries a nostalgia along with the warm wind. Like a warmth of a mother’s hand, a father’s gentle smile.

And for no apparent reason, she’s like everyone. But at the same time, she isn’t. Her voice was the sweet seduction, and it’s as if I picked the wrong shade of a poisoned tree.

Apt to wander, it is a gentle and warm voice. It’s a faint voice.

I run towards the end of the world of nothingness. In my head, I hear a voice. “Go to this world of nothingness”. It was a blurry whisper of uncertainty.

This soliloquy of emptiness goes on, continuing to speak many things.

However.

This story did not register my mind, for the longest time. Seeing those same dreams, it became a startling revelation, and a total shock for me. Being lost in confusion, in this world of nothingness.

A foolishness from fate, after a year from that moment, an earnest realization.

That after all of those moments, it will all be forgotten like any other unwanted memory. The million lights scattered across the sky. Even in the distant future that I might feel it again, the same vast world that I no longer know will stretch out before me.