Aug 08, 2006 12:57
I arrived in a normal way, painting and drinking tea to turn around and find myself in this place. Everyone is friendly with no ears, tails, or knowledge to what I am.
I wonder if I will see Ritsuka ever again or if this is my punishment.
A journal, this is something Ritsuka would do, not me, yet I feel I should write something down, with no sacrifice to tell me if I should…