Lying on my back, I open my eyes and look at the moon.
A perfectly round moon-sama.
The slightly cold, blue light feels somewhat nice.
I hear a faint beast’s howl in the distance.
How beautiful.
It has been a long time since I moon gazed like this.
However, after gazing in wonder for several minutes, the perfectly round moon starts looking like someone’s eye, making me lose composure.
The feeling of being watched.
Unpleasant. Un, somewhat unpleasant.
I avert my eyes from the moon and slowly stand up.
Hyu~
The wind brushes my body after I stand up. No, rather, it feels like it passes through me.
A mysteriously lonely feeling.
I take a deep breath (I couldn’t do it for some reason) and look around slowly.
There are extremely magnificent ruins.
The stone and wood used as a material for buildings are scattered on the ground, unmistakable rubble mountain.
It’s all over the place.
It was originally most likely a small town.
Traces of stone buildings are here and there, but now even walls, much less the roofs remain.
Ventilation should be good.
The debris can be seen stained under the moonlight. It’s burned and carbonized.
Broken chair legs. Rusty overturned pans. Rag clothes caught on the barely standing wooden pillar.
Was this town involved in a war?
It perhaps burned then.
This land has experienced a great history.
I calmly analyze the surroundings, but the essence of the problem wasn’t there.
What is it that I must think about the most?
That is「Why am I in such place?」in the first place.
I mean.
What is the「purpose」of「me」being here?
If I didn’t have a purpose, why would I be sleeping in such ruins?
Well, anyway. I have to remember.
「Why am I in such place?」
If I can figure out the answer to this question, I will automatically understand my「purpose」.
It may not be necessarily「I」1 either.
Ah, wait a second. Sorry, that was a lie.
In the first place, I don’t understand a thing about「me」.
No, I also don’t understand such philosophical question.
I「just」noticed that I don’t know anything about myself at all.
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……
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Really.
I don’t know a single thing about myself.
How old am I?
How tall am I?
I somehow became bones during my sleep.
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