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It does not feel like dawn, though the sun that creeps its way across the grey Tokyo skyline seems rather determined to prove that it is. It's ridiculous to contemplate that somewhere out there, their classmates are just being roused from their sleep by alarm clocks and angry mothers, getting ready for a day at school.
For them, it feels like at least a day and then some has already passed. Another fruitless venture, another run-in with a daimon and Sailor Moon's group, another walk home accompanied by Haruka's angsty grim contemplations.
She sinks into a kitchen chair without turning on the lights and her limbs feel so heavy that she might as well be glued to the chair forever.
For them, it feels like at least a day and then some has already passed. Another fruitless venture, another run-in with a daimon and Sailor Moon's group, another walk home accompanied by Haruka's angsty grim contemplations.
She sinks into a kitchen chair without turning on the lights and her limbs feel so heavy that she might as well be glued to the chair forever.