Also known as: "Sky Observation Log"
~This is the story of how a cloud watched the fruit fall~
Today's Weather Observation: Cumulonimbus is imitating the shape of Cirrus clouds.
I'm Hino Sora. The eldest daughter of the Hino family and the elder sister of fraternal twins, her hobby is to stand on the terrace and watch the clouds. Her specialty is treating everyone equally - including my twin sister Mizuno.
We are said to be twins, but in fact we are genetically different beings, just like apples and pears put into the same gift box. But unfortunately, she seems to have some kind of cognitive bias: she thinks that as long as she puts on the same white dress as me, ties up the same half-tied black curly hair, and even accurately replicates the 15-degree angle of my mouth when I smile, she can become "Hino Sora".
"Sister, do I look like myself today?"
Every morning, Zhen would ask me this question. She may have used the same shampoo as me today, she may imitate my habit of blowing her hair three times before drinking tea tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow she may even seduce my best friend to test whether I will be jealous - the answer is no. Because I look at her with the same eyes as I look at the clouds outside the window, the pebbles on the roadside, or the competitors who are about to be exiled from the family.
"Hey," I usually reply, while poking her too hard smile with my finger, "clouds have no smell, the perfume on your body is too strong. Moreover, no matter how much the fruit imitates the cloud, it will only fall to the ground and will not float away."
Then she would get that look where she wanted to tear me apart, hug me, and then just laugh like crazy. How pitiful.
This is a sister comedy about "bad people sincerely" (she did evil to the whole world but only confessed to me) and "treat all the same" (I was gentle to the whole world but did not take her into my heart) - although from a third party's perspective, this may be a horror film.
When her imitation extends from clothes to conspiracy, from smile to crime, when the obsession of "wanting to be a cloud" finally makes her rot from the inside——
I will be here, lightly, recording the meteorological data of her fall.
After all, I am the sky. The sky will not prevent the fruit from ripening, nor will it prevent it from falling. The sky just watched, treating them equally.
~Welcome to the most twisted and equal daily life between these twins~
Concept: How the clouds watch the fruit fall