The wind breezes upon half-opened window, carry the lonely moon’s tender wish towards its unforgettable past. For the warmth that cradle us close every midnight, the love that gaze us tenderly in every whispers.
But this is just a dream, 海を慕う鳥から。
Seven days in Ruokala Loki taught me that time doesn’t measure friendship but warmth does. With the right people, silence could feels like laughter, and I, Okkotsu Yuuta, finally understood what it means to be alive. Until then, may our echoes never fade.
