She heard the sound of an apple dying for the first time.

If, in this weightless world,

she strays from the thread even once, she'll become like that too, with no way to return.

In order to chase away her fear, Kororu took the bow in her hands,

and played a tune on the string as she hummed along nervously.

She's floated up into this boundless void, with nothing above or below, and now she's just helplessly hanging here by herself, but

if she opens her eyes, she'll be overpowered. She closes her eyes tightly and pours all her focus into her fingers...

After her brief performance... she listens closely.

The waiting seems endlessly long.

Please...