(Miluno)
"Hey, how long has it been?"
After a long silence, I spoke again.
"...Hmm, at least three months," Black Rabbit replied.
"Only three months? It feels like half a year has passed."
"This much time is nothing. Not knowing when it will end is the real torment."
"You're used to it, aren't you?"
Black Rabbit had guarded a grave alone in the real world for forty years. She was already accustomed to the passage of long years, and her mental state was far better than mine...
To me, this period could only be described as "being in prison."
It was as if the world had abandoned us. In the form of consciousness, we had been locked inside a cage where we could not die. We could not transform and could only maintain the shape of little blobs.
The only ones I could communicate with were ourselves. It really had been a good thing that Black Rabbit and I split apart again... At least I had someone to talk to, didn't I?
"Um, should we do something?"
"What do you want to do... and what can you even do?"
Neither our thoughts nor our voices could reach the outside.
Maybe the others thought we were already dead?
Maybe the world had really been destroyed, just as Black Rabbit said?
I didn't know. I could no longer stay positive like before, and pessimistic thoughts kept surfacing. There was a reason Black Rabbit had become so negative...
And we couldn't even die, or sleep. The only future awaiting us was one where we gave up thinking altogether... This was worse than prison!
"Hmm?"
Just then, a beam of light shone in from "outside."
It was like long-awaited rain falling upon a desert that had been dry for ages.
For us, any change