We found ourselves wandering strange mystic worlds. Cherry trees, swings in the breeze, like the softness of your fleece. As time sits still, admiring the sun rising and reeds dancing. We are naught but an Observer, adjusting the shutter, as we engrave these tender memories; for all of eternity

𝔸𝕃𝕀𝔸𝕊𝔼𝕊:
Metsushiro / Qianwei / Yuu