A bird flying through the sky and a scarecrow standing in a field.
One is always wandering. The other always wants to stay in the past.
I'm terrible at writing blurbs, so here's an excerpt instead.
A few notes:
1. The first twenty thousand or so words were written in middle school. I can't promise the style will stay the same. Just practicing.
2. Probably won't be finished. Updates whenever I feel like it. I might stop updating this if I have another main story, since I write too slowly.
3. Slice of life, follows the original work, with various headcanons and over-the-top melodrama. The author's brain is empty.
Theme: Lend me your shoulder to rest on, and let me take you to a distant future
