Far below the earth is a place for the hateful, the heartless, and for broken spirits. Sometimes, for better or for worse, they are not alone.

This is a story from the Law of Cycles. Not a legend, not a myth, but to somebody else it might have been. There is no moral to be learned from this story, nothing to look forward to either. What had happened to our protagonist here may have already happened to some of us too. Maybe even the best of us.

My return to writing, and it's about Political Shows, existentialist headaches, sandwiches, Singing in the Rain, and Dostoevskian dialogue. Simply put, it's two girls arguing over another girl. Two Parts, featuring a nauseatic Sayaka M. and a chain-smoking Homura A. in a post-Rebellion timeline. TL;DR warning. Rated M for language, violent thoughts and Author's Notes. It's serious.