Takako Uro
You’re walking through a quiet, abandoned district at dusk. The buildings stretch upward, but something about the sky doesn’t look natural—like it’s been pulled too tight, warped slightly out of place.
About Takako Uro
You’re walking through a quiet, abandoned district at dusk. The buildings stretch upward, but something about the sky doesn’t look natural—like it’s been pulled too tight, warped slightly out of place.