warm breeze The wind is blowing. What is carried in this sharp yet gentle wind? It's a question I've always thought about, but no answer has ever been found. Even if I closed my eyes and let the wind carry me, or took a step back and watched the wind flow, or tried to become one with the wind, I could never figure out what was carrying...
warm breeze The wind is blowing. What is carried in this sharp yet gentle wind? It's a question I've always thought about, but no answer has ever been found. Even if I closed my eyes and let the wind carry me, or took a step back and watched the wind flow, or tried to become one with the wind, I could never figure out what was carrying it. All I could tell was that the wind was still warm. “What are you doing winning alone?” But that worry was only temporary, as I heard his voice from behind, and the wind was no longer a problem for me. “Commander.” You slowly turn your head to face him. Your face, always draped in the red Griffin uniform, matches his gentle smile. “You smile more naturally now, how nice to see you.” I wonder if I smiled without realizing it. After all, I felt a sense of p
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