Congratulations on being born." Once I opened my eyes, I was in a cold laboratory. I wasn't born because I wasn't human, I was created, but she still celebrates it nevertheless. I learned how to live by drinking coffee together, smelling the scent, hearing the sound of decoration shaking due to the wind, and becoming close to the rabbit who often came to visit the garden. However... "Actually, in a week from now, I'm going to die." She, who neither complains about pain or reveals her pain, is calm, but why does my heart hurt so much? I was also a person who could shed tears. "Why did you create me? Why did you make me like you?"