This is the world that has ended. A world that has no one else. In this room is a small table and chair. A wasteland beckons beyond the window outside. The house is old; I cannot say for certain when it was built. I have been living here all alone. For how long? I do not know myself.
Sometimes I venture out, picking up things I need. There is not anyone else outside. Under the dim sunlight, there are so many small lights flying all around. I picked up pieces of wood, nails and many other things to create a friend. But, would it make my creation happy to be born in a world like this? Would it befriend me after letting it walk on the grounds of this world?
While such a query echoed inside my heart. I am not certain what I should do or not. I do know that, I do not want to be alone anymore. I want a friend.
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