"It's just you, me, and the end of the world, huh, Razrush'ya?" The girl says softly, sitting on a cliff, looking over the ruins of her old home, burning with black fire. "What am I saying? Of course it is. That's how it was always meant to be. Everyone ever loved died. Left me to suffer through this cursed existence. And so did you, Razrush'ya. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ถ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐๐ฏ๐ฆ."
She tilts her head back, closing her eyes. "The Moon is beautiful, isn't it?" She sits in the eerie silence. Alone. Except for a lone shadow, that knows no home.