The two girls stood there, on the beach, gazing at the sky above. They wore tanktops, one was pink haired, the other was purple haired.
They held hands together and had eyes that were captivated.
Just then, a boy washed up onto their shores.
He was about four to five years old, the boy had orange hair, but just a robe to cover him.
Oddly, the purple haired girl had a doll with orange hair.
Was this encounter suppost to be a work of fate, or a descention to hell.