Foreword

If life were a dream, the seasons could explain it.

The wind comes and goes without a trace; cicadas sing in vain, feeling small.

I wrote this new work because I had nothing better to do. I couldn't even be bothered to make a cover. Very professional of me, huh?

I'm trying out a new work to practice my writing. Another day of writing it all by hand. I really am desperate to hit 100 words. This blurb needs to be 100 words. It's killing me.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.