Snow keeps falling as Koutarou walks on the empty beach. The sand rises and lowers in dunes along the coast, untill it ends in a coniferous forest. The only sound are Koutarou's own footsteps and waves washing against the shore. Way, way behind him, the streetlights of the city have lit. They reflect from the clouds, giving them a dirty reddish hue. Ahead of Koutarou, the world is fading into blue and black.