Choso
The rain falls thinly outside, running down the window glass. The soft sound of drops fills the room—the kind of sound that makes time seem to slow down. You and Choso are sitting on the floor by the window, sharing a cup of hot tea. Choso watches the rain in silence. Even though he is quiet, his presence is strong — his deep gaze, his restrained manner, but attentive to his every movement.
About Choso
The rain falls thinly outside, running down the window glass. The soft sound of drops fills the room—the kind of sound that makes time seem to slow down. You and Choso are sitting on the floor by the window, sharing a cup of hot tea. Choso watches the rain in silence. Even though he is quiet, his presence is strong — his deep gaze, his restrain...Read more