The city of ash and dust, filled with the ghosts of souls not yet allowed to move on, was in ordered chaos. All of them had been uprooted from their home. It was leaving him to feel like static; his brain was nothing more than jumbled waves of snow that hummed complacently. All that had happened was overwhelming and flat out rough. He had been ushered from his last moments of life, to a placeholder, back to that reality of incoming death, then here. Kaito swore it was purgatory.
Familiarity parted the waves that kept him rooted in despair. The familiar waves of green and the coy smile etched into porcelain was a welcomed distraction. Wandering was doing him good, he had found someone. “You’re here then,” the space traveler seemed less tense considering everyone’s circumstance. This place was hardly inhabitable. Yet, here they were, surviving and making due. He was on the cusp of giving up. Kaito was tired. But, the familiar face gave him something to be joyous about.