FLCL

Naota:
Ever since that day smoke has continued to pour out of the medical mechanica factory. The town is completely covered in white mist, you can't see the sky or the stars. It's almost like, outside of this town nothing else exists anymore, a town where you can't go beyond the edge. The gigantic hand says "Stay where you are. You have no choice." It's like the right hand of a judge or a prison warden about to give the signal for an execution.