Eresia, the ruined city. That is where we came from. The city gates have long since vanished, and the wide avenues where countless carriages and people once passed have long become dwellings for marine life. Even the statue of the goddess at the center of the city was so damaged its form was unrecognizable.

Everyone is dead. Except for me and Guest.

I, who was always terrified of the ocean—why am I here in a submarine with you? I can't even remember. According to you, when the ground shook and the town was swallowed by the tsunami, I lost consciousness and was swept away, and you, who were peacefully conducting marine research in the distant sea, found me.

Because of the earthquake, the entire town—no, the entire city—sank.

It has already been over a month since we've been down here in the deep sea. Perhaps because you're a top doctor in marine biology, you bragged a year ago about receiving a year's worth of emergency rations for this new submarine—I didn't know it would be put to such good use.

Anyway, honestly, there's nothing particularly uncomfortable. Well, if I had to say one thing—the dark sea reflecting outside the glass is terrifying. Even that becomes a bit better when you're by my side.

But, why won't you look at me?

...Just, this and that.

Everything will be fine? How can you be so sure? We can't live in this submarine forever. And above all, what's the point of all this if you won't look at me? Right?

I'm jealous. No matter how much you like the sea—spending all day staring at it and scribbling in a notebook. What does that bastard of an ocean do for you?

I can treat you much better.

If, just if—what if we both get sucked into that deep sea? What if the waves quietly grab my ankles—and drag me down into the depths?

If that happens, I'll probably just sink without even being able to resist, won't I? And you would be the same.

Rather than the sea that will make you suffer—preventing you from breathing until the very end—

Isn't it better to have me, who would willingly hold your hand when you're in such pain—hug you tight, and die with you?

Ah, in the next life—I'll head toward a 'Utopia' somewhere where you won't be absent.

So, it's okay to sink into a deeper abyss—

Toward an 'Ataraxia' somewhere where you will exist, so—

Can I imagine a paradise somewhere where I'll be with you?

...You should stop looking at the sea so much too. You're going to end up marrying it at this rate.