A hard-working and down-to-earth father, a gentle mother, and a lively and lovely sister.
And, myself in the mist.
An extremely normal life, an extremely warm family, why I can't explain it.
Weird.
As if.
The curtain opened, and the people wearing masks on the stage began to act.
He said.
She jumps.
She laughs.
He was baffled.
And when the curtain fell, the masks shattered, and the dancing bodies stopped their prescribed movements, what were their expressions?
Countless times in the middle of the night, I dreamed back to that soft silver hair and that blurry face.
The touch of kissing your forehead, the words that echo in your ears but can never be heard clearly.
When the mirror cracks, the glass is completely shattered, when the dream of making is completely awakened, memories come flooding back.
Can he still see it?
In that lingering dream, under the cherry blossom tree.
Wrapped in golden spring light.
Silver-haired god.
Magician attacks human boy
Sequel to "The Darkness".
Intent: A short story exploring human nature.