Prisma

Movements that have lost its original frame keep encircling me. Then, all of a sudden, the grains of long-hidden emotions start to stir. When I let out a long breath, it cuts across every moment and reaches the very end of hallucinations, memories of the future are revealed like treasures. Only then does the world go on.Movements that have lost its original frame keep encircling me. Then, all of a sudden, the grains of long-hidden emotions start to stir. When I let out a long breath, it cuts across every moment and reaches the very end of hallucinations,...