Sanity is Trivial

The tranquility of the scenery was troubling Sōsaku.

He had always adored the physical world for its inhabitants who, ignorant of their self-imposed demise, continued to pollute and wreck that beloved dimension of theirs until nothing but rubble and radioactive dirt was left. Yet these plains were so... pure. It was like time had stood still since the world erupted into existence on this very location, the breeze rolling through the wavy grass tufts, bending them backwards like waves in the morning surf. Whatever Sōsaku Yawarakai's reasons for being in this despicably beautiful place was, it better be good.

Of course, considering there was any reason at all.