This isn't a real story...
Anya was suffering from boredom
. There was nothing and there was everything, but it seemed like there was nothing.
Everyone was just there. It could be said to exist, or not to exist, but it was clear that there was something, and indeed, everything was there.
Anya immediately realized that everything had already happened, and she knew that she needed to practice being alone.
She just found out that if she doesn't struggle, even the friend next to her becomes hard to recognize, feeling both existent and nonexistent.
The emptiness had disappeared, but in its place, a new loneliness and fear had arisen.
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