Everyone's life has imperfections, which creates an imperfect person. You can see that the moon waxes and wanes, but is it really "round" sometimes? Looking closer, isn't it also flawed and imperfect?
Novelist heroine x photographer second heroine
The other me in the world just made different choices on the fork in the road, which made you and me.
Quietly said: The writing is insufficient so updates are slow, but it will definitely not be a trap!
Concept: different choices, similar to you and me.
