Just a secret elementary school student perusing through the floating moonlight city named Toyhouse. I'm currently in the kitai avenue, trying to get out of the hadal abyss zone without my umbrella (lost it). I was just riding the lagtrain until it got swept up by an anticyclone and went into a spiral of fireworks, before eventually breaking apart into individual yurails. Now I've just been coldly spinning in this secretly musical but unfinished mental image, floatily playing whenever the loneliness of spring becomes a non-use.