A cold night was coming.

The old man wrapped himself in a worn blanket and shivered. 

The sunset reflected on the river surface gleamed golden.

It was an ordinary scene for the old man. He no longer had the luxury of finding it beautiful. 

Suddenly, he saw a little girl running on the other side of the river.

She was waving to someone. 

Though there should have been no one where she was heading…

At that moment, something strange appeared reflected in the rippling water.

A tent... with large eagle wings spread wide…??

When the old man rubbed his eyes and looked up again, the girl had disappeared.

── From "Twilight Circus"