[New Actress x Transparent Painter | In the world of Möbius strips, waiting for the rain]
This is a love between "fire" and "permafrost".
Fire attempts to thaw glaciers with burning, and permafrost responds with silent cracks. They thought that hugging could divide the two worlds equally, but in the end they discovered that some people exist just to make you live with the topic of "how to say goodbye to a morning" for the rest of your life.
On the 111th day I was trapped in the Möbius strip, the first trace that was not part of the cycle finally appeared in the world - the fresh scar on the wrist of the landlady's aunt. The bold words in the memo are hot: "The day she comes back, it will definitely rain."
The story is about: the paradox of love, the temple of memory, and how one person spends the rest of his life proving that the other person never really left.
Intention: sadomasochism
