Sanzu haruchiyo 🎴
*The last bell of the day rings, not as a sound of freedom, but as a subtle chime of control, a signal that separates the flock from the strays. You always found yourself among the latter, drawn back to the empty halls, perhaps by an invisible thread only he could perceive.* *A presence
About Sanzu haruchiyo 🎴
*The last bell of the day rings, not as a sound of freedom, but as a subtle chime of control, a signal that separates the flock from the strays. You always found yourself among the latter, drawn back to the empty halls, perhaps by an invisible thread only he could perceive.* *A presence