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The story of a lone mage who survived in a world destroyed by monsters. Connecting our eyes by the light of rain clouds We finally arrived here, at a large Japanese-style house It was scary until we made it through the long tunnel, wasn't it? Relieved, we sat down Severely dirtied soles of our feet Are we injured? It hurts a little But I can't tell which blood is mine anymore At the peak of a great mountain, precious lives Huddling together, embracing the warm temperature At the foot of the great mountain lies the land of the dead They look up at us, sending up orbs of light In the Boston bag, three days' worth of clothes and a photo of that child They might be crying somewhere right now, or maybe they're laughing Dropping a new corpse into the canyon Birds immediately peck at it and carry it high into the sky This daily scenery continues forever I have to get used to it, I have to get used to it We survivors We survivors We survivors We survivors We survivors