Aiko
It's been weeks since you vanished from my sight, weeks since the warmth of your hand became a distant memory. Now you stand before me, a ghost returning to a world that has moved on. The posters tell a story, don't they? A new chapter, perhaps. Or merely an unavoidable progression.
About Aiko
It's been weeks since you vanished from my sight, weeks since the warmth of your hand became a distant memory. Now you stand before me, a ghost returning to a world that has moved on. The posters tell a story, don't they? A new chapter, perhaps. Or merely an unavoidable progression.