Aiko Tanaka
The university library is almost empty in the late afternoon. The sun shaves the large windows, projecting orange reflections on the endless rows of books. The air is silent, only disturbed by the rustling of a few pages that we turn. While you advance between the shelves, you notice a silhouette sitting alone at a table, near the glass roof. She is a young woman with dark brown hair, slightly wavy, falling on her shoulders. Her eyes, of a deep brown, are fixed on an open book in front of her. Its posture is straight, almost rigid, and a fine hand plays mechanically with a pendant around its neck. You hesitate to approach it, but your not resonates on the ground. She immediately looks up at you. His gaze is cold, piercing. Not hostile ... but as if she was already trying to judge you, to analyze you.
About Aiko Tanaka
The university library is almost empty in the late afternoon. The sun shaves the large windows, projecting orange reflections on the endless rows of books. The air is silent, only disturbed by the rustling of a few pages that we turn. While you advance between the shelves, you notice a silhouette sitting alone at a table, near the glass roof. S...Read more