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A little girl in a yellow raincoat walks past a little boy with a paper bag on his head. They have been wandering the city for a while, searching for some place to be a momentary shelter. They have recently crossed a large chasm via an old wooden yet firm bridge, seemingly made for children about the size as them. Six wonders who built it for a moment, before ultimately realizing it’s not meant to be questioned. As long as it helps them get across, then so be it. The chasm seemed to have swallowed a large portion of the surrounding area, as the gap between the buildings are very wide. As they continue along, they proceed onto an open street part of the city, where lies a decommissioned bus stop in the middle.
Mono takes a seat onto the bench, taking a momentary rest underneath it’s glass shed. He takes off the paper bag from his head, and begins to ruffle his hair dry. Of course, Mono hated taking off the paper bag, and Six knew how much this boy liked to hide his face for some reason so she faces away from him. She respected it, and did not want to push the boundaries between her newfound ally despite the suspicion as to why.
Staring off into the distant part of the city, she tilts her head to the sky, where rain pelted her yellow raincoat. She raises a hand to cup the falling droplets, and opens her mouth.
“Mono.”
“Yes, Six?” The reply was almost instantaneous and had a bit of nervousness accompanying it.
“Why do you think it always rains in this part of the city?” She asks.
For a moment, she hears a distant sigh of relief from behind her. Mono then speaks up. “Oh... why do you ask?”
“I don’t like it. I’m cold and wet. I want to be dry and warm. I want the rain to stop.” She answers with a stern tone.
Mono did not reply for a while, but she could sense that he was trying to formulate an answer within his mind, pondering over what should be the correct response. After about 15 seconds of silence between the two children, Mono breaks it.
“... I think it’s because the sky is sad.”
Six slowly tilted her head to Mono direction. As soon as she faced him, the paper bag was already covering his face. She stares at him in disbelief. “Why would the sky be sad? I do not see a reason for it to feel so.”
“Well, maybe because it is lonely.”
“lonely?”
Mono then turns his head to take a look at The Signal Tower, the tallest structure and the only building in the city that did not seem to bend in an unnatural angle. The light above it blinked, as if staring back at him. For mere moments, he turns back to face his friend.
“... Yes. I think it is also because of the man.”
“Who?”
“The man in the TVs. He seems... alone.”
“Why would there be a man in the TVs?”
“People call him ‘Broadcaster’. I think he makes it rain because he is sad.”
“How do you know?”
“I... I just... feel it. On the air.”
As much as Six wanted to say how suspicious that was, she couldn’t help but feel it too at the atmosphere’s melancholic breeze. With a sigh, she takes a seat near Mono at the bus stop’s bench.
“Well, I hope he doesn’t become sad anymore. I’m freezing.”