The light of dawn spreads over the horizon, the ruins of civilization begin to appear on the vast land, desolate vines climb over the cold and broken Church, agile rabbits leap over the shattered walls, and the soil soaked in the snow last night is frozen solid and black.
Standing before this long-abandoned Church, the hazy morning light pours down from the glass dome, the girl cradles a cello, raises her head to meet the dawn, each strand of her deep blue hair adorned with a golden edge.
Inside the Church, pale golden sunlight pours through every broken crack; she seems like a sprite walking through this tranquil place, shining amid floating dust.
The tip of the boot slowly steps over the light grassy ground, bending the grass. The owner of the boots utters a 'Huh?', seemingly unable to believe that such a place would harbor weak life growing resiliently.
