"Hey... Is it really fine this way?"

    Lance peered off a dauntless cliff, the inky seas crashing below him. This apocalyptic sky, the distorted world lit dimly by a blood-red moon... It had all become so natural by now.

"It's not worth dreaming of anything else." Raven gently sat by his side, cautious to keep her legs from dangling off the edge.

"...I guess so."

    She reached for his hand, only to grab the empty ground underneath it. The illusion was powerful, indistinguishable from a real human being. Yes, she felt the same guilt... The pain of deceiving, the pain of loneliness, but they couldn't live any other way. Unable to sway the hearts of others, her heroic brother would always be called a "demon".

"We've come so far, but ultimately I'm just talking to myself, aren't I?"

    There was no point in longing for a world where they could be accepted as they are, where they didn't have to hide from anyone. After all, this bitter reality was all everyone knew. It was far too painful now to believe in some kind of savior.

"What does the sun look like, I wonder?"