☆☆In the bubbles, I peek at the lost fragments of the dawn rainbow. They are called the seven colors of original sin, and they are also the flowers that indicate disaster. They are graffiti, covering, erasing, and intertwined. They start with thoughts and end with spirit. You are sleeping and the bell is ringing for me. Under the reflection of the remnants of dawn, the color of night, forgetfulness and sinking here. ☆☆
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
