The environment was harsh.

For every two out of three days on this planet, a hail of stones rained down.

Three months later

On the remaining day, either the ash that was blown around would get piled up several meters high, or there would be a downpour of acid rain.

Kororu remembered that on the day she came down on this planet, the weather was miraculously clear.

This could be either lucky or unfortunate...

The wound was mostly healed.

On her home planet she saw everything. With that wound, no animal could survive.

She could not think of a reason for having lived here for so long.

Yet, this feeling I have is telling me to push onward.

Hey... Kororu.

Kororu alleviated the loneliness by forming a doll out of stone.

The name she gave it was the same as hers. She didn't think she could bear having something with a name, other than hers, being destroyed.

Whenever possible, Kororu would make conversation so she wouldn't forget her language. Even today, though just a bit, she felt that that couldn't happen.

That strange and unfamiliar tone she heard from her home planet,

if it was just some kind of illusion...

The wind stopped!