Midsummer

Mori froze herself in the winter, and Luna freed her in the spring. As summer came, she felt many signs of death again. She knew she would die in that person's hands, but so what? Tears and sorrow were in vain, she looked forward to death. ------------------ Extras of "Morning Language and Late Language" Mori's oral story, short story, 2W words It's basically just random thoughts Eat with the previous article Motto: When you are sixteen, nothing is permanent.