"He came from the far depths of darkness. He turned time into an aurora. His whole body was so dazzling that it seemed as if all the light in the world had converged."
The day after I met him, I started drawing a story.
This is a clichéd story, but I guessed the wrong ending after reading the beginning.
At that time, our interactions were only superficial.
At that time, I had not yet had time to discard many of my habits.
When this comic first started being serialized, even I didn't know how the plot would develop.
The story I drew is called "Light Gathering".
The story of a cartoonist and his editor. Beautiful.
It's useless to say that.
Just read the article.