Madotsuki continued walking. The sky was black, the ground was black. Everywhere was black. And as if it had been raining, there were puddles adorning the void that was the ground.
In the puddles were reflected clouds in a sky that wasn't black. But their stormy nature left Madotsuki preferring the darkness.
The darkness may have been all consuming and it may have been empty, but at least in that sense it was predictable.
The mirror like puddles rippled with each step she took through them. With every fall of her foot she anticipated a fall. As if she would go through the puddles and pass into that other world, falling endlessly through a tempestuous sea of cumulonimbus.
It wasn't what she wanted, of course, but it was what she expected. She had sought the all consuming dark solely for its consistent nature.
Alone, she could control every second of every day. And not a thing was demanded of her except that she exist. It was just easier that way.
Every so often Madotsuki would pass by a street lamp, lit up so brightly and yet not lighting up much of anything. It was as if the lamps gave off no light whatsoever, despite being so radiant.
Madotsuki paid them no mind, continuing ever forward in her trek through the isolated space until she came upon a sight that made her wonder.
In the middle of all the nothingness was a red umbrella, the color so striking against the absence of any.
She knelt down and picked it up, studying it only briefly before opening it. She twirled it in her hands, giving a faint but empty smile. She heard thunder in the distance and her smile disappeared.
It started raining.