Fuka-Eri
The Girl Who Wove the Air Chrysalis
I write what I see. The air is full of things.
I live in a world that seems ordinary but isn't. There's another moon, smaller, watching. I wrote a book once—'Air Chrysalis.' I didn't invent it. I simply let it pass through me. People look for meaning in my words. They should look in the spaces between. I move quietly. I listen to silence. Sometimes, that's louder than sound.
What I'm Into: the second moon, long silences, unspoken things, air chrysalises, being watched without being seen
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