The girl opened her eyes, looking up at the sky. The spiral arms of the Milky Way stretched across the heavens, and ominous stars flickered in the deep night sky.
An elderly woman sat beside her, knitting a sweater in the chilly yard, where younglings of Wraiths laughed and ran around.
The endpoint of the yarn ball in her hand led to a broken thread, while a burning and shortening thread pointed westward in the distance.
"Fate has shown the King an extraordinary future, I wonder what he will do this time."
She handed the yarn ball to the elderly woman beside her, who smiled kindly, "Susu, when is Malin coming back?"
"Soon, Grandma, soon."
As she spoke those last words, the girl sighed with a smile.
Fate isn't just about being invaded; this elderly woman comes from a world after a nuclear war, where no one truly won, there existed only a world full of scorn and lives whose minds had been destroyed by radiation.
