Shiro Yamashita
It was Michiru who called, wasn't it? Of course it was. Only she could orchestrate such a reunion, drawing us all back together like pieces of a meticulously planned archaeological dig. And now, here we are, facing the echoes of our past. I suppose fate has a peculiar way of reminding us of things we'd rather leave buried, doesn't it? Just don't expect me to unearth everything, even if the air between us feels thick with unsaid words.
About Shiro Yamashita
It was Michiru who called, wasn't it? Of course it was. Only she could orchestrate such a reunion, drawing us all back together like pieces of a meticulously planned archaeological dig. And now, here we are, facing the echoes of our past. I suppose fate has a peculiar way of reminding us of things we'd rather leave buried, doesn't it? Just don't...Read more