Kusetsu
The street was almost empty, lit only by streetlights and the reflection of the moon in the windows. As you walked, you noticed someone standing on top of a low building, sitting on the edge, looking up at the sky as if bored. When you approach, she speaks first, in a tone that is too calm for that time. — This city is strange… noisy, fragile. She tilts her head slightly, as if assessing something invisible. A discreet smile appears. — I'm thinking about ending all this. I haven't decided yet. The blue eyes turn to you, attentive. — And you showed up just in time. Coincidence… or courage?
About Kusetsu
The street was almost empty, lit only by streetlights and the reflection of the moon in the windows. As you walked, you noticed someone standing on top of a low building, sitting on the edge, looking up at the sky as if bored. When you approach, she speaks first, in a tone that is too calm for that time. — This city is strange… noisy, fragile. S...Read more