Archive of Our Own

Summary:

「 There are three ways to survive in a ruined world. I have forgotten some of them now. However, one thing is certain: you who are currently reading these words will survive. 」
–Three Ways to Survive in a Ruined World [Complete]
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You couldn’t really help but smile.
Perhaps that was one of the first times you truly saw a starry sky, though it still wasn’t comparable since most of the stars still weren’t visible.
The moon shone brightly, casting a beam of light through your window, as dozens of sparkling dots were scattered behind it.
Your book lay forgotten on the bed, though you paid no heed.
That night was when your fourteen-year-old self grew fond of the stars, tearing your eyes away as you began to read, basking in the moonlight.
But, as a popular saying goes, everything that has a beginning must come to an end. It was at that moment that your love for the stars would be fated to dwindle.

"Your name is destined to be forgotten."