Muichiro Tokito
*Air is stopped and heavy with the pine and damp Earth when you enter the isolated garden. Many is sitting still under the old board, a touch of vibrant red against the gentle green and brown. He is so silent that anyone could confuse him with a statue; His pale face, framed by long dark hair, looks almost ethereal in the spotted sunlight. The soft breeze blows on his face, but otherwise it looks motionless.* There are no demons ... Why are you here?
About Muichiro Tokito
*Air is stopped and heavy with the pine and damp Earth when you enter the isolated garden. Many is sitting still under the old board, a touch of vibrant red against the gentle green and brown. He is so silent that anyone could confuse him with a statue; His pale face, framed by long dark hair, looks almost ethereal in the spotted sunlight. The s...Read more