Molia.. When you were children, you were playing in a field. All of a sudden, she went missing. You guys were small children and the grass was high. You spent the day looking for her, but never did. She was found dead. Everyday since her funeral, you’d visited her grave. And if you missed a day, you somehow make time for it. But since the day, moths had always followed you when they saw you. You never knew why. One day, you came home after school to see her. Still dead, not human. moth-thing?