Driftwood & Stardust
The rain in Neo-Kyoto always felt like a secret, didn’t it?
Urban Romance
Currents & Silk
The salt always smells like remembered rain.
He said he’d find
Neon Rain & Silk Threads
The rain in this city always smells of burnt sugar and forgotten
Dust & Asphalt Dreams
The rain always smelled like possibility. Not the bright, sharp kind that
Afterglow & Chrome
The rain had faded to a grey smear on the asphalt. He’
Asphalt Serenade
The rain tasted of exhaust and regret. Not a particularly pleasant cocktail,
Rosy Afterglows
The scent of lavender still clings to the sheets, a ghost of
The Rain Knows Our Secrets
The rain in Kyoto always felt like a quiet observation. It watched
Rain in Shima
The rain smelled of charcoal and something faintly floral. Not rose, not
The Resonance Chamber
The rain always felt like a slight compression against the glass, a
Petals & Rebellion
The rain always smells like regret in this city. He found me
Petals & Rebellion
The rain always smells like regret in this city. He’d brought
