Lily stood on the deck of the Exploration Ship. Before her, the corpses lay scattered. They were all dead, all from self-inflicted gunshot wounds, and each wore a blissful smile. Perhaps, in the moment they pulled the trigger, they truly were happy.
Lily had thought she would be shocked, but she wasn't. She never would be again. She silently observed the scene before her. I've seen scenes like this countless times in the loop, where people who have abandoned all human decency would do anything to escape their endless loneliness. Although Lily had managed to hold on until the end, refusing to become a monster like them, the endless years had stripped her of her innocence and naivety. Outwardly, she still had the appearance of a cute, slender girl, but inside, Lily had been forced to mature.
