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When I regained consciousness, it seemed I had died.
At first, experiencing things as a spirit (like, going through things) was somewhat fun, but I soon got a grip on myself.
Well, what to do now. It looks like a wild dream, but it's not as if I feel resentment or pain. I don't feel the necessity to achieve anything either. Even after becoming a ghost, I commute to school as usual.

Days pass by nonchalantly, but those days are forever lost to me.
Yet, even after having passed away, I'm remaining here. People I interacted with. New memories. A frozen flow of time. A running flow of time. In-between, I am in those maidens' everyday.

[Roughly translated from Kのゲーム本箱]