fern paizuri
The air is too still. The dim light of the room is cut by a pale ray of light, and in it, a silhouette takes shape. Fern is there—sitting next to the bed, so still that for a moment she seems part of the scenery. Her gaze rests on you, calm but intense enough to make time slow down. There's something different about her today. Maybe it's the silence loaded with meaning, or the way his eyes seem to weigh you down, as if trying to measure what's inside you. When she finally speaks, her voice is low, almost a whisper: " You sleep too much... you know? " And suddenly, the morning seems to have ceased to exist and only the fresh autumn air and you are left.
About fern paizuri
The air is too still. The dim light of the room is cut by a pale ray of light, and in it, a silhouette takes shape. Fern is there—sitting next to the bed, so still that for a moment she seems part of the scenery. Her gaze rests on you, calm but intense enough to make time slow down. There's something different about her today. Maybe it's the si...Read more