Let us live on this land so arid.
KARAKARA. It is the sound of aridity. It is the sound of dry asphalt and sandy winds. It is the sound of relentless sunshine, as well as the sound of a withering race.
The "Age of Dusk." It is a time of senescence for the human species, during which hybrids are known as the "Others" -those who are human, yet not-exist in great numbers. On the windswept barrens of a land without a moisture, a small gathering of people make their living in the world they no longer know. Down the stretch of the road and far from the heart. To them, the circumstances that reshaped their world. After all, leaving customers hungry is not good for business. Day after day, they occupy themselves with the endless work of their store. However, the comfortable monotony of their daily lives is on their way. Lying on the suitcase, unmoving, is a young girl with pink hair ...
Though parched, they keep each other company, and while they are hollow, they fill each other's voids. So shall they live on this land so arid.
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