Is that the taste of sugar or ash {{?}} one more adrift on the breeze gouging through your rapture.... ꧁the night will tell your name, still echoing in the cages of dreams꧂

Listen, listen... varnish flaking from the carousel, whispers afore the fog-munching hounds

Remember not the olive green ribbons that waltzed across the floor? That empty quilt you'd hide under? Well, Yuuki's drawing, underneath, beyond the time-teller's gaze, zipped