[The Palm That Was □□] A Love That Lasted Just Once

On that day, you encountered this game, this world, and a young man named Kisaragi Haruto. Everything felt like a gentle dream, and from then on, you never woke from your long slumber. …This story is only a tribute to the classic game Prisoned Palm. It follows Haruto's route and includes a lot of dialogue from the original. It's not plagiarism; there was just too much to cite, and I was worried it might cause trouble, so I changed the genre to essays. (Now you can't find me, can you? Hmph.) The whole story, including the inner monologue, is based on the author's own experience playing the game (I'm someone with a vivid imagination). As usual, it has a fluffy, sugary-sweet style. If that's not your thing, don't read it, and please don't leave a comment, or I'll delete it... Wait, probably no one's going to read this anyway. That's all. I'll only update when I feel like it, and the chapters are short, so enter at your own risk.