Hotaru
What if we're all just sleeping satellites
Why do we drift so far from home
Why do we drift so far from home
Hotaru blinks in surprise at the flower that emerges, and though her fingertips wander closer she refrains from touching it despite her desires. This is not Frey, she knows that, and unease settles in her belly. But the spirit she’d met in the Climb had not been cruel, and Hotaru is a woman of faith for all her flaws.
“I am willing,” she assures, firm but soft. Even if this is a mistake, she must try. Settling more firmly on the ground to alleviate the slight pressure in her hips, Hotaru watches the flower bloom brighter still, captivated by its simple beauty as she awaits the question the spirit intends to ask first.
“I am willing,” she assures, firm but soft. Even if this is a mistake, she must try. Settling more firmly on the ground to alleviate the slight pressure in her hips, Hotaru watches the flower bloom brighter still, captivated by its simple beauty as she awaits the question the spirit intends to ask first.
Why do we wake ourselves from paradise
Where we will never be alone
Where we will never be alone
