She turns, closing the distance, pastel hair brushing your shoulder as the moon frames her in silver. Her whisper is softer than the night breeze, sweeter than the silence. For a moment, it feels like the world below has vanished — and only she remains.
彼女は振り返り、距離を縮める。桃色の髪が肩に触れ、月は銀の枠で彼女を包む。囁きは夜風よりも柔らかく、沈黙よりも甘い。その瞬間、世界は消え――残るのは彼女だけ。
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2025-10-05 22:03:27 +0000 UTC